BLÅ: Wet Souls

 

 

Art: Impossible

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IMPOSSIBLE

 

UMULIG

 

 

2026

 

Acrylic paint and markers on canvas.

 

20 x 20 x 3,8 cm

 

 

 

 

BLÅ: Darkness

 

Video: The Peaceful Fat Cat "King"

  

 

Video: The Elephant in the Room

 

 

 

Video: Fear of Heights

KNORK: Gnarly Plerfth

 

KNORK: Gnarly Plerfth

 

Knork changes

often

and extra 

 

when

a monster

he encounters

 

his fears

doubts and

dreams

 

are mirrored

in the monsters

gnarly plerfth*

 

Knork beams

with blooming

boots as 

 

the monster

appears 

not in

 

colored lines

but black 

ink filled 

 

with wet

unpredictable

colors of

 

a (to Knork)

unknown

and new

 

material

flowing until

it suddenly

 

dries up

thank you

gnarly plerfth

 

says Knork

thank you for 

the new glow

 

 

*"Plerfth" definition: 

The meaning of the word "plerfth" is obvious 

but nearly impossible to describe with words.

 

Follow the OOBALOU-blog and

perhaps you will be enlightened.

 

 

Poem: You Roll Your Eyes

   

"Blood-Brain Barrier" taken on 35mm film with Olympus OM10 (2018).

 

 

You Roll Your Eyes

How is your problem

created by me

(in the empty mirror

you cannot see)

Might it be - simply:

You were offended

that I did not continue

where your hatred ended

Could it be – maybe

(this one is tough)

that I trigger a feeling:

«To not be enough»

Oh no – is it worse:

Do you actually need

to break others down

(is this how you feed)

Perhaps - this is better

(let us just hope):

You think I am carefree

while «poor you» can’t cope

The list could go on

and sadly - it will

(you might just be dumb)

- but there is hope still

You hurt me a little

(in an indirect way)

because: I see what you think

and it’s not what you say

*

You roll your eyes

I roll mine too

yours roll back

mine rolls through

Poem: She Stands Alone

  

"Blooming Elephant" watercolor and marker on paper (2025).

She Stands Alone

The talk behind her back

is stupid at its best

    for them it is «inclusion»

    for her - it is a test

He quotes her out loud

in a negative tone

    in front of his group

    while she stands alone

She says to herself

in her outspoken mind

    I will forgive him

    perhaps - if he is kind

He kept on with his mocking

for an hour or so

    unaware of the cost

    but someday he will know

She carried the grudge

for a minute or two

    then she let go

    because she already knew

BLÅ: Directions

 

 

Poem: Fear of Heights

 

Digital photograph of Andenes lighthouse (2026).

 

Fear of Heights

For many years

my fear of heights

had kept me

on the floor

I never thought

anxiety

could be

an open door

A tear fell down

for every step

but every step

I took

Was also filled

with focus

on a certain

holy book

I read

the word of God

loudly

in my head

Quoting

every word

I could recall

in red

The next time up

I worried

but something

in me knew

There would be

no trembling fear

I’d just

enjoy the view

Digital photograph from Andenes lighthouse (2026).

 

  

BLÅ: Unpredictable Fruit

 

 

Fifteen Years Since Chiaroscuro

 

CD-cover: Einar Stray - Chiaroscuro (2011).

Fifteen years ago I had the joy of making artwork for

this amazing album by Norwegian artist Einar Stray

later known as Einar Stray Orchestra.

 

Today they released "Chiaroscuro Variations" as

an anniversary celebration of the old, made new:

 

Listen and buy here.

BLÅ: Feeling Faithful

 

 

 

 

About: Castle Made of Air

 

 

For many years I was

a delusional atheist.

 

When my brain woke up

so did my hungry soul.

 

The elephant in the room

(the fact that God is real)

was beginning to look a lot

like a castle made of air

 

and

 

endless elephants

 

stretching beyond infinty.

 

I needed to put it inside

something smaller.

 

What is smaller than words?

 

I needed

a written religion.

 

The religion of my choice had to include

an ideal (preferably perfect) role model.

 

Like a God.

 

One God.

 

The God.

 

I wanted to follow the true almighty God

not the rules of some leader(s) of a cult.

 

The religion had to be known

or at least not too obscure.

 

Line up the alternatives!

 

Buddhism: No God.

 

Hinduism: Many Gods.

 

Wicca: Weird.

 

Satanism: Silly.

 

Woke: Cult.

 

Judaism: Lacking.

 

Islam: Tainted.

 

Christianity: Jesus Christ.

I asked God for advice and 

"the biblical God" replied.

 

Literary speaking.

Jesus Christ is the best guide.

 

 Then my question became:

 

Can I believe in Jesus Christ?

 

The answer still echoes.

 

If anyone tries to stop me

 

God will rip them apart

 

and fill my cup with

 

strawberry milkshake

 

as He drains

 

the hate

 

in their heart.

 

Amen.

 

 

 

 

EXODUS 14:14

EZEKIEL 36:26

BLÅ: The Free

 

 

 

Poem: Hell is Yellow

 

"Jelly Flowers" (2026) watercolor and marker.

 

Hell is Yellow

For long God has let

the kids fool around

getting stupid and lost

before they are found

When they came home

most of them died

and did not find their path

if they even tried

Now God will go out

and play with His toys

happy and innocent

just like other boys

While Gods stricter partner

also known as His wife

will teach you to live

after your life

Education continues

every soul shall be saved

and they will go to heaven

being well-behaved

Those who loved to hate

will love their God instead

and hate itself will die

as the Devil goes to bed

Hell shall be redecorated

and turned into a park

with flowing fields of flowers

where there used to be «the dark»

And all the sleeping sinners

find forgiveness on their pillow

as they wake up - full of wonder:

«It was black - now Hell is yellow»

KNORK: Flat Surface

 

Knork is drawn with markers on paper and put in squares using Gimp on Linux.

KNORK: Flat Surface 

Knork may appear

Distant or invisible 
at times

On other occations 
he gleams 

Beyond the limits 
of his surrounding 

Square

There is only one Knork
but he can be viewed 

By many different eyes
in many different places

At the exact same time

Knork dances 
with colorful lines

Made by a marker 
on white paper

Viewed through pixels 
on a completely different 

Flat surface 

 

 

 

Poem: 3:00 AM Exorcism

 

"Lower the Elephant", watercolor and marker (2026).

3:00 AM Exorcism

My body is a church
where evil comes to die

Angels praise the Lord
while demons testify

The air upon my shoulders
is weighing heavy in the night

As I slowly let it out
replacing it with light

You do not know my burden
neither does my mind

But I know this is true:
God is great – and He is kind

He looks into the worst of hate
and says «you can forgive»

So the world may crush and kill me
but I will always live 

 

  

Poem: A Poem to the Past

 

Analog photographs and watercolor, combined in Gimp.

 

 

Analog photographs and watercolor, combined in Gimp.

 

 

 

A Poem to the Past

Some people laughed and pointed
I saw their words got in your head

As you got off the bus your eyes
looked sad and slightly dead

I wish that I had told you
the things I knew but couldn’t say

I’d tell you life is not a line
and there always is a way
 
I’m writing you this poem (now)
I’ll send it back in time

And as it reaches you (back then)
in a dream you’ll hear a rhyme

When you wake up it’s forgotten
but the feeling shall remain

You are stronger – you are loved
and weaker is your pain

 

 

 

About: The Believer

 

 

 

I used to be an atheist.

 

My perspective has changed

so has my heart, mind and soul.

 

I know very well what it's like

to believe in "science" - which is

equal to trusting in the description

of reality - perceiving the words

as explanation of basic truth.

 

Words are merely words

 

feelings cannot be written

 

neither can colors

 

or faith.

 

When I meet an atheist

or someone who puts themselves

within a similar category

 

it is not rare that

they speak about (my) faith as

something stupid and naive.

 

My eyes are mirrors

 

reflecting the dark

 

and you

 

are not invisible. 

 

 

 

 

Lillehammer, Norway

 

Poster by Mad in Norway International Film Festival

 

I am participating in the group exhibition

of visual art at Mad in Norways International Film Festival

in Lillehammer from September 24th to 26th.

 

The art will be shown on the cinema screen

between the festival films.

BLÅ: Psychosis (Nightmare)

 

  

 

KNORK: Word of Knork

 

KNORK: Word of Knork 

Knork reflects 

upon the mystery 

of his existence 

while the thoughts 

in his paper-and-marker mind 

 

floats  

 

onto a square 

which places itself 

within an envelope 

somewhere 

in the future

 

Knork transparently awaits 

the arrival of his own words 

in a later square

 

«What did I tell myself 

today?» Knork ponders

 

BLÅ: The Elephant in the Room

 

 

Poem: The Afterlife Exam

 

Watercolor and marker on paper.

 

 

The Afterlife Exam

Welcome to school

here is your place

now rip out your soul

and open your face

Your character card

has been reviewed

the life that you lived

will be renewed

Not in the shape

or structure it had

’cause your life was good

but you made it bad

All that you did,

said, thought and meant

can be repaired - but

will you repent?

«Surely» you smirk

«there’s another way

I’m loaded with money

I’ll simply pay»

Of course you will pay

everyone must

but all we can bring

from our grave - is dust

Now you’re a fly

buzzing around

eating a leftover

poop that you found

 

 

 

 

Poem: "God Is Not Real"

 

 

Photo taken with Agfa Clack on 120mm film.

 

 

«God Is Not Real»

Your arguments are many

like «war and hate exist»

    so does peace and love

    is that also on your list?

You claim God isn’t real

that «nothing» is my guide

    confidently stating «if he

    was real he wouldn’t hide»

If there is only «nothing»

how embarrassing for me

    who blindly put my faith

    in a God I cannot see

All those hours spent

with the «nothing» in the air

    building inner strength

    by thinking God was there

What a waste of time

all those prayers – all that hope

    if only I knew «nothing»

    I could rather moan and mope

Instead I’ve felt the power

of «God» inside my heart

    while drawing faithful lines

    in my poetry and art

 

You think I’m rather silly

perhaps delusional and dumb

    I pity you for this

    I see your soul - and it is numb