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

 

 

 

 

 

About: Heavy School Bag (Red) & (Green)

 

 

HEAVY SCHOOL BAG (RED)

 

TUNG SKOLESEKK (RØD)

 

 

 

 

HEAVY SCHOOL BAG (GREEN)

 

TUNG SKOLESEKK (GRØNN)

 

 

There are many reasons why

children can be unhappy at school.

 

My first and best school bag

was a red plaid rucksack with

white leather straps.

 

I have always enjoyed being

alone with myself but that

has always felt like a flaw.

 

Something wrong that

I should change.

 

I was wrong

about that.

 Being social is not

the meaning of life

for everyone.

 

To prefer your own company

is not a fault that needs fixing.

 

Unfortunately it took me many

years to learn this and I am

still making new habits of being

authentic instead of "normal". 

 

 School was difficult for me.

 

 I was tired, tense, irritated, sad, confused,

"too quiet" and did not think good thoughts

about myself or anyone around me.

 

Sitting in that chair, stuck

with people I did not like

(mostly not because of them) 

learning things that did not

interest me at all:

 

My eyes gazed out

through the window

 

but I was looking

inside of my mind.

 

Dreaming and

hallucinating

 

to escape and survive

the boredom of school.

 

 

Poem: The Reaper

 

Coloring pencils, markers and highlighters on paper.

 

The Reaper

Like a cloud
on a mountain
    on top 
    of the sea

I rest
on your shoulder
    quiet
    and free

Like a raindrop
or dew
    in a field
    of stone

I am one
and many
    unique
    and alone

Like a sheep
with wool
    black
    as night

I am ready
to listen
    scatter
    or fight

Like a sigh
from a soul
    yet
    to exist

I am writing
your name
    on an endless
    list 

 

 

 

 

BLÅ: Binoculars

 

 

About: Blue Jesus With Curly Moustache

 

BLUE JESUS WITH CURLY MOUSTACHE

 

BLÅ JESUS MED SNURREBART

 

 

We are all children of God. 

 

I made this drawing for God

so He can "hang it on his fridge"

like a loving father would cherish

a drawing from his child. 

 

The two bluebells (me) are the same

but the one in the hot air balloon is dead

while the one on His eye is alive. 

 

 The blue curly moustache is a fun detail

like when children draw their parents

with gigantic heads or creative hairstyles

and perhaps their house as a castle. 

 

 Bird in the water

fish in the sky

 

as Heaven

is also a sea.

 

Do you see the cloud-Lamb?

 

  

 

BLÅ: Like an Orange

 

 

Poem: The Biggest Lie

 

  

Watercolor pencil and marker on paper.

  

 

The Biggest Lie

 

In a world where everyone

    really is dead

you grow up alone

    with a chip in your head

no one knows anything

    if it’s worth knowing

we all want to leave

    but no one is going

a longing is shared

    the need for a burst

something to feed us

    and quench our thirst

carried by all

    mentioned by none

unspoken agreement

    that hope is gone

a feeling of apathy

    growing within

but from hollow and empty

    hope can begin

because you can name it

    you know that it’s there

a whisper awakens

    inside of you: «Where?»

outside of the borders

    surrounded by grief

you sadly acknowledge

    life is a thief

 

 

BLÅ: Old Books

 

Poem: Lines of the Lighthouse Keeper

 

Watercolor pencil and marker on paper, 2026.

 

 

 

Lines of the Lighthouse Keeper

 

Alone you stood
not knowing why
    I chose to leave you
    for an empty sky

You wonder still
and I did get your letter
    answers are nice
    silence is better

As a result
of freedom and fame
    I have lost my light
    forgotten my name

One day you too
will soar through the air
    and I shall be anyone 
    or no one up there 

 

 

 

BLÅ: Prison

 

KNORK: Social

 

 

 

KNORK: Social 

 

"Knork probably enjoys being around other characters

 

he surely does not become very depressed if he socialises a lot

 

Knork definitely likes to hang out with his friends

family and aquaintances most of the time

 

if (for some strange and unexplainable reason) this isn't the case 

then Knork should change and become someone he's not 

so that he can fit in

 

there shouldn't be any other solution"

  

* 

 

Knork wants to leave the party 

so he instead can gaze at the clouds 

through his binoculars

 

 

BLÅ: Chewing

 

Art: Blue Jesus With Curly Moustache

 

BLUE JESUS WITH CURLY MOUSTACHE

 

BLÅ JESUS MED SNURREBART

 

 

2026

 

 

Watercolor, marker

and coloring pencils

on watercolor paper.

 

 

42 x 29,7 cm

BLÅ: Balloon

 

About: Cold Feelings

 

COLD FEELINGS

 

KALDE FØLELSER

 

 

For over 20 years I have used different

kinds of antipsychotics and in some periods

also antidepressants.

 

The last couple of years - since finding faith,

starting ketogenic therapy, doing a lot of workouts

in my mind (introspection, focus, change +++)

I have been able to gradually reduce my drug dose

(in cooperation with my psychiatrist) and I

am slowly moving towards zero mg.

 

It has been a difficult, wonderful,

painful, lonely, hopeful, grief-filled

and surprising journey.

 

  My drawing "Cold Feelings" illustrates part of

that experience. The medication leaving my body.

My body and mind reacting and slowly adapting.

 

Ice melting from my soul.

 

Every day - all is new.

 

The space in my mind

which used to be filled with

psychotic symptoms

and worries is

 

now 

 

(in the present)

 

constantly changing

and tomorrow is far away

every new day.

 

Art: Hard Bloom

 

HARD BLOOM

HARD BLOMSTRING

 

2026

 

 Watercolor, marker

and coloring pencils

on watercolor paper.

 

21 x 29,7 cm

 

 

BLÅ: Almighty

 

BLÅ: Lemons