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1 mugg (normalstor) mjölk 1 tsk kakao 1 lite mindre tsk honung (den tillsatta likören kommer bidra med sötma) en gnutta kanel en gnutta chilipulver en skvätt Baileys, Dooley's eller Amarula (tillsätts efter drycken värmts) Njut!

Stad i ljus Min resa var mot solen, långt bortom alla slutna rum där allting är oändligt och alla gränser har förevigt suddats ut. Jag ville se miraklet och höra ord som föder liv bli buren av en styrka som bara växer när jag anat mitt motiv. Stad i ljus, i ett land utan namn Ge mig liv, där allting föds på nytt. ~Tommy Körberg

We always see things through our memory, and because we all have different memories we can't be looking at the same things, can we? ~David Hockney, Nutida engelsk konstnär

Wherever your passion lies, it's most likely you'll have some kind of role model to study and gain inspiration from. For those of you who appreciates art, I'd like to share with you the artists whom have inspired me the most during my own exploration and growth in the vast subject that is art (and for those of you that normally doesn't, well you just might gain something anyway). These are in no specific order, and they all appeal to me in very different yet equally striking ways. Shaun Tan Shaun Tan is a master when it comes to expressive storytelling. He often treats subjects of social and political matters yet through an imaginative and surreal form. His paintings are always filled with deep emotion that the viewer can relate to, even when taken far from reality. Shaun Tan is also the person who, I find, has described the profession of being an artist, in the most beautiful and appropriate words; "You become aware of silence and separation from things when yo

It is said that the earth and the sky was once one, and that their mutual dependence kept them twined together in an intimate allians. It then happened that the earth fell in love with the sky, but the sky itself had been searching beyond the earth and held his eternal gaze at the stars. Upon descovering the earth's love, the sky became afraid that she might take the stars away from him. He therefore created a distance between the two, and filled the empty space with open air.  The earth was devastated and fell into tears. The sky refused to accept her tears, but instead gave her a promise. He promised to turn the eternal rays of the sun upon her face, and keep up their alians of the circle of life, if she, in return, promised to only look upon him with the gaze of the responsebility that binds them together, and conceal her profound love. Until this day, the sky has kept his promise, but the space he had created ramains and the tears that the earth shed was forever trapped

For me, the real truth is emotional truth. After all, if my memory of a dream or a desire is more compelling than my memory of an actual experience, how can I say that one is more 'real' than the other? By giving reality to my most truthful dreams and fears and desires, I am inventing a more real, more compelling version of my self. What could be more fictitious than the idea of a personality that is whole, discrete and continous? From: The Correspondence School, by Tim Richards.