I saw a spirit

The other day me and my brother went to see my grandmother. She was looking for a singing pen, to give us. She is kind of old and memory is failing, some of you might know she has broken her hips three times, but she dances ( a funny dance) and pops around. She bent down on her knees to look, but the memory of the pen was gone.
She decided it was time for Kaialong (or however it is spelled). That kaialong knew where it was. I asked who he was. "The indian". She was still lying in a fixed position, I asked if he was here with us, if he was of our time. "No no he has many centuries behind him". Me and my brother remained quiet. Suddenly I felt something and I could see such a decisive look in my grandmother eyes, a second later the pen was in her hands.
On our way to the car me and my brother mentioned this - we kind of were in shock.
We had both noticed something.

ps. I am not being ironic or anything.


Behind a spirit, watercolour on paper, 2009.


the space between, watercolour on paper, 2009.

On a totally different note. I just can´t make up my mind on the Eto´o saga. Should he stay or go. I just know if he does not renew his contract he should go. I am not sure if we need fresh blood or if we should stick with him. I don´t want Zlatan though. Eto´o is a saint compared to Zlatan, but I admit Zlatan would be fun to paint.


Il padrino and the rebel, watercolour on paper, 2009.