New tattoo & back to painting.

Welcome back! The last post was on the 15th of April and if I would be to say I’m embarrassed that would be an understatement.

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Who am I.

It’s not really a question, because I’m not asking anyone. I won’t get the answer even from myself. It’s drifting around the subject, as a young immigrant.

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The smell of January.

My head is full of poetry those days. I wake up with random poems in my head and I go to sleep similar… and sometimes I have to merge them and it suddenly all makes sense. Enjoy.

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Let’s talk about work.

Everybody has to do some job to get through life, earn money, buy food, have a roof overhead, and cover other basic things. However, there’s always been a tendency in our society to judge people based upon the way they earn their living. Let’s talk about exactly that.

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The thin line between integration and imitation.

A couple of words on the topic that was in my mind for quite a while. Don’t worry, even though the title looks like a bachelor, it is not a scientific paper.

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Rainbows, cats & hikes.

Today’s a mixture of photos from last week, and therefore a mixture of thoughts. Welcome back (after long break).

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Rainy Sundays are for baking.

I mean we have a proper summer right now, not gonna lie, the temperatures are rising up to 27 degrees – but the rain is always coming sooner or later.

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Nature – a poem.

The evenings after work are usually very unproductive – but sometimes they turn into a proper art spectacle: here’s both my artworks and my poem.

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Windy walk in Hamar.

Hamar is our absolutely favorite place for a walk. It doesn’t matter that it’s 1,5 hours drive away from us or that it’s particularly cold there this time of the year.

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