I'm ending here. Leaving space for Garnapa.

Textilspanieln is now to be found as Garnapa at Instagram. I'm taking small and sneaking steps towards something new and in December I'm taking up blogging again. Here. As the ever so reusing Garnapa.

Hoping to see you again. I've missed you.

Thank you for playing with me as Textilspanieln. You all changed me a bit. 

Love. 

Mumbai III

Mumbai II

I stay quiet. And I feel India owning my senses.

Mumbai I

Sommaren i Sverige är nästan slut. Och min dator är så långsam att ni skulle tro att jag överdrev om jag berättade mer. Och det där är bara två konstateranden utan värderingar. För det spelar ingen roll. Jag hälsar på i datorhörnet och lägger ut bilder från Mumbai, som jag ju lovat för längesen. Och det känns avlägset och nära på samma gång. Det lockar mig lika mycket fortfarande - Indialand -  men drömmarna sluter fred med verklighet, och här sitter jag och låter datorn ta den tid den behöver. Jag lever IRL. I mitt realistiska, fysiska hem på jorden.

Och Mumbai var fantastiskt. Omtumlande, genuint och vackert. Samma känsla som i Goa, men hårdare och mer oputsat. Som folk brukar säga. Enorm fattigdom och enorm mänsklighet. Skönhet och kärlek. Liv och död. Andlighet och världslighet. Dualism i varje tanke. Jag har pratat så mycket om det att jag bara visar bilderna och låter den som vill kommentera eller komma med egna berättelser istället.

Kram.

Summer in Sweden has almost ended. And my computer works so slowly you'd believe I exaggerated if I told you more about it. And those were only two remarks without value. Because it doesn't matter. I pay a visit in the computer corner and show you some pictures from Mumbai, like I promised long ago. And it feels close and far away at the same time. India still attracts me but my dreams make peace with reality. I live IRL. In my real, physical home on earth.

And Mumbai was amazing. Shattering, genuine and beautiful. The same feeling as in Goa, but harder and rawer. Like people use to point out. Enormous poverty and enormous humanity. Beauty and love. Life and death. Spirituality and worldliness. Dualism in every thought. I've spoken so much about it that I only show you pictures and keep quiet now. Letting anyone who feels like commenting or telling your own story speak.

Hug.

A sign of life

I'm alive and kicking. Are you?

Crafty market and life and me

Blogger looks different and I feel a bit lost. Actually I am a bit lost (as always). I'm trying my best to coordinate those balloons I mentioned before. Wanting to return to the drawing challenge, communicate with all you inspiring people and also: formulate thoughts. But spring seems to be just as lost as I am, and all of a sudden it's time for a crafty market again. And I must be honest and tell you: I did not quite burn this time. I need someone else's fire to keep burning in that park, in this town. Or maybe I'll find it tomorrow?

In the Vasaparken in Uppsala (outside the Biotopia Museum), Sweden, I'm arranging the fourth edition of  the crafty market/a creative happening. Lots of crafty people show their products between 10 am and 4 pm tomorrow Saturday 12th of May.

Do come by and share some fire and inspiration! I'll be waiting in the rain - or rather in the sun - for you. Sweet friends from all over the world.

Or come here some other day. We could be alive together and tell each other truths about life and humanity. Those are the stories I want to share.

And this is for your eyes as well as your souls. Handmade beauty from Pakistan and India. Made by people a long, long time ago. To keep warm in a poor place, maybe. Or did we have this conversation about mental vs material poorness before?

 I love how they smell of mud and incense.

And here's to daily life. All those kids I work with teach me about what matters. Finding love in the street. Simplicity and trust.

And this is me.

That's all.

Right now (working on my brain)

Hi, it's me. How are you? I'm fine. Thank you. I've been to India and I've got home. Actually a long time ago. Confused and stable. And today I sneak back here. Reading your blogs for the first time in a very long time. Last of all I checked in those closest ones. How I've missed you. I'll show you some of India in a while, but today I wanted to stay near. Showing you pieces of simple life.

One more thing. Have you found traces of answers yet? Sometimes I believe I have, but in the next moment I forget where I placed those fragile pieces. Thoughts like invisible balloons ready to burst as they touch the walls of my brain.