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The Real Man
Författare: johanbergquist
There is art. There is color. There is paint. Or whatever. Basically it is about feelings. The strange movement whit in. No thoughts, no intellect, no theory. Just that instant moment when you know if you like. If you are intrigued. Moved. Touched. Or if you are indifferent.
Some of the pictures here are art. Some are just drawings. You will feel the difference. Or not. It's all up to you.
It's just pictures. But with any luck, some of them will give you a strange sense of magic.
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Shrimp fit
There is a parasite that get’s into the brain of animals. And at the right moment they give their host a sudden urge to go to a sea or a flood. Walk out in the water. And drown themselves. Because the parasite needs water to lay their eggs. I don’t know why, but for some reason I come to think of love. A brain altering parasite that makes us act in a way that is contrary to what actually is good for us. And makes us walk out in the water despite the fact that our consciousness screams and tells us that we act like fools. So make sure that the evil shrimp doesn’t get in to your brain.
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The Burning Wish
Hoi An, Vietnam. Everly evening she is sacrificing money to her gods. Not real money though, but papers with print. It’s the thought that counts. Maybe the amount equals her lesser pay compared to men. Maybe it’s the sum she would like to receive in real money someday. Working hard, handling the restaurant, the laundry service. The night is warm and humid. Darkness closing in fast. Taxi cabs and tuk-tuks passing by. Maybe someday the gods will se her and her son. Reach out and let their magic wand touch her. But more likely, her hard work will pay off. Everybody creates their own future. As will she.
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China’s finest
Pigs and pork. Sauces and sorcerers. Red stars and green tea. Growth and pain. Control and caress. Another restaurant with happy amazed people, smiling and laughing. Confronting the divergent with curiosity and care. Chinese people are laughing a lot. As we all should. It makes things a lot easier.
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Wonderfully depressive
The rain refuses to fall. It’s hovering in the air. A fog so thick it’s like you’re inside a cloud. Heading home from work, in the dark that has set in long ago. The living daylights seems far away. And the square in the city suddenly turns into a magic place. A glittering prize. Reflecting light, filtering out the ugly, touching you despair with an awesome awareness of the beauty in life. It’s so sad and bittersweet. You’re filled with a feeling of happiness being alive. Rejoicing the fact that you still can cry real live tears. #grateful
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I walk the night
The city at night. Old and wrinkled. Ancient and grumpy. When the autumn sets in, the lights flicker in the wind and cold gusts sweeps dry leaflets across the cobblestones. The air is high and dry, filled whit smells of ice, moldering leafs and soil. For a moment you tell yourself that everything is okey. Then the feeling is gone, like it never existed. A phantom pain takes its place.
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Purple paradigm
A letterbox. Open for communication with a parallel universe or dimension. And, at the time it was created, it was my firm belief that this actually was possible. But the portal in the space-time continuum has been closed and my life is now quite one-dimensional. As the theory goes, every choice leads to an infinite number of possible lines that spreads out across time. The trick is to choose the right door at the right time. Well, I tried, but it was locked. Love is like Schrödingers cat. It can both exist and not exist at the same time. And when you open the lid and peer in to the box you force it to choose. Of course it dies.
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No imminent threat
The raven is a harbinger of darker times one might say. Heavy stuff. But come on, it’s just a bird on a boat. And the minarets in the background are just green towers. Still, religion is a toxic waste that has infected humankind for centuries. Time to realize that faith is for those who refuses to get their facts straight. And religion, regardless of flavor, is a power structure implemented by men to preserve the power of men. The number of female suicide bombers is quite low. Maybe it’s a question of intelligence. Or just plain common sense.
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Bored and dangerous
Avoiding the obvious. And the oblivious. Trying not to engage in creative activities. Procrastination is a working strategy. In time it will all fall in place. The stars will align. Dark skies dissolve in thin air. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow. Just a day away.
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Looking for a life
Young, beautiful and utterly bored. Life is passing in revue on the screen. But where is the meaning of it all? Maybe in a place yet to be discovered. Time to update your heart with a real feeling.
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Zombie train
The morning haze has barely dissolved. The sun is late, overslept due to extensive snoozing. Brainless daft confused, we all slowly shake as the tin can softly nudges us towards our working environment.
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Paper girl in a paper town
All work and no play makes her a dull gal. No rest för the restless. Aiming for the highest bar, ready to take over the world. It’s just a matter of time.
In the dusty dashing traffic, heading towards a new beginning. Hope is imminent in a city of despair. And India is a land soaked in color, contrast, collaboration, chaos and caring.
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Justified and Ancient
Like the mural paintings in Pompeji, this thoughtful commuter represents the everlasting values in our ever-changing community. But still, living under the volcano.
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A French Lion
The fashion statement. The September Issue. Dressed and ready to make a mark. Confident and eager.
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On a road to knowledge
Schoolgirls in Sri Lanka, on their way to rule the world. Education for every girl. In every country. In every parallell dimension.
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The whole package
On the way home, carrying a lot on her shoulders. The whole package, actually. Checking messages. Checking on the kids. And her husband. Constantly in The Situation Room. Fleas in Kindergarten? Okay, it’s Defcon 5. Roger that, over and out.
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Survived one more day
The sun also rises. And the sun also sinks. And thats a fact. If you can experience it, you’re lucky, because you’ve survived yet another day. The night will wrap itself around you, comforting you with stars and the smell of flowers growing. In the dark, nobody can see you. That’s a soothing thought.
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The inner journey
No phone. Left to his own thoughts. His own inner devices. Maybe a new brilliant idea was born. Or maybe he kept asking himself ”Is this really my beautiful wife? Is this really my beautiful house? Is this really Åkarp?” #waterrunningunder
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Reality eats hope
Never underestimate the ways reality can get in your way and mess things up. Hopefully hope will die before you do. Because hope is the prime reason for disappointment. Expecting nothing always leeds to a wonderful surprise. And getting your hopes up will inevitable end in despair and endless pondering. Why? Oh, God, why? Because you’re worth it. Of course. Any questions?
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Pablo Pikachu
Argumented art. Two thoughts, one from Louisiana’s exhibition of the young Picasso’s sketches and the strange takeover by PokemonGo gave birth to this hybrid.
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Trying to glow in the dark
Sometimes darkness closes in. Pointless is the new black. But if you can get you brain to glow, you will always have enough light to keep moving towards the bright future. Just kidding. The dark will prevail. Because darkness is everywhere. We are a mere flashlights trying to convince ourselves that the small flickering beam of light on the wall actually are a sign of justice and love. But it’s hard to ignore the fact that the room is dark.
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Sense and Sensibility
Like a french noblesse from the 30s, ladylike and proud. You better not mess with her. Drawn in a simple unbroken line, from A to Z. As natural, organic and self-evident as her. Classic, in the best sense of the word.
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Red and Sad
We’re all soaked in blood. Luckily we can keep it inside. But sometimes, when we realize that we actually are totally alone and that all relations just is imaginary, the barrier breaks. And it all comes pouring out. The red river, running down your cheeks. Slowly emanating from your pores. Dripping from your nose, fingers, earlobes. The flood of blood. It will sweep you off your feet and kiss you. Because your blood comes from your heart. And your heart loves you. For life.
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Heart of Snakes
Suddenly this picture fell out of my brain and landed on the paper in front of me. Sometimes my subconscious is way ahead. And the purple rain just keeps on falling. Meanwhile the snakes rattle and hum, creating a cage for me to sleep in. Even the evil can get moved when confronted with heartless injustice. And that’s kind of comforting in a twisted and bizarre way. When you’re mind turns against you, its time to consider moving on to a new body.