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Step by step scenery sketch made in watercolor. 1. Lightly draw the outlines of the different components of the picture. Add a layer of water and the colors desired. This will allow the colors to flow beautifly into one another. Let it dry. 2. Add another, thinner layer of water, concentrated to the areas that are to be colored, and fill in the different components (here clouds and water) with light, free strokes. Leave the darkest parts out to prevent them from flowing into the rest of the picture when working on the next layer! Let it dry. 3. Fill in the darkest parts of the added components to specify variations in light and depth. Use more concentrated strokes of the brush. 4. Finally, add the dark foreground and create a depth, and Voila! all done (: This is one possible way of working with watercolor, but the best thing you can do is to experiment your way to the style and technique that suits you the best. Playing and trying different things without th...

Alla samtalsämnen är samma. Allt är sagt - inget ogjort. Historien upprepar sig om och om igen, allt vi vill ha ogjort, allt vi skapar ånyo. Upprepning varje gång, men ändå en ny historia för varje enskild människa. Det är svårt att komma undan att återkomma till gamla samtalsämnen när man uttrycker sina åsikter bland andra människor. Det är nytt för att de inte har hört din ståndpunkt, men det är ingen ny konversation. Ibland är det lätt att känna av upprepningen allt för tungt, sträva efter att tänka nya vägar, nya vinklar, leta andra kvalitéer hos sig själv. Men det som får igång mig mest i en konversation, som gör mig mest exalterad, är ofta inte att höra någonting helt nytt, det är svårt att bidra i en sådan konversation även om det kan vara spännande att lyssna och ta in - utan det är när jag träffar en människa som pratar om ett ämne som jag har hört hundra gånger förut, men som presenterar en helt ny idé som aldrig någonsin presenterat sig själv i liknande diskussioner. S...

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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 f...