Time is a weird thing. I take photos with my phone, thinking I’ll write something nice about this, and then assignments and birthdays and family drama happens and I forget.
I don’t remember anymore what my thought was with this picture. I was walking with Jenny, it was the beginning of January and I felt Stockholm was beautiful, I guess. With the lights and the purple sky. Now, the picture mostly makes me think of how the quality of photographs have decreased since cameras were introduced into phones. But also that there is a certain kind of lure in the pixliness. The grains and blobs of color. Something that I definitely could work with.
The croquis class that I took last fall also had an exhibit at the Skarpnäck Kulturhus (loosely translated, community center, I guess). My piece is the very black, slightly bigger one to the right. Men are so much harder to sketch than women.
And I found a beautiful doorway while strolling along Sveavägen. Detail in architecture, you know. I think it says something about the view of humans and cities. The eye needs to be challenged, to keep the mind alert. Boring architecture turns us into city-dwelling zombies. Uninspired, apathetic. Stagnant. Trees challenge. And water. In environments where these natural shifts and surprises don’t fit, we have to create them ourselves. Street art, colors. More decorated doorways!
Katja Malmborg 