Beginning an homage to Martha Graham who was the first western dance artist to welcome citizens of other parts of the world into her company. Because people are people, and dancers are dancers.

Soon it is time for the big Celebrations of Diversity: Pride 🏳️‍🌈

Or what some less generous folks would call it: “The FFF,” AKA “The Freak Fest of Fornication.”

In June across the globe, the Gay army is on parade, and on the prowl to convert young boys, girls and other peculiar rarities into their midst. You could say it is like a global version of the Taliban; twisted, predatory, but in this case, seductively colourful. The display of the rainbow flag therefore becomes a beacon of abnormal sin and wretched hope.

These iniquitous and nefarious people must be stopped.

They must stop…so you can leap into the parade and join the ranks.

Celebrate diversity, not conformity or uniformity….and to everyone else…just look away, mind your own business…and just deal with it!

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride Everyone🏳️‍🌈

Naïveté warning. Work In progress.

Google Westboro Baptist Church, and Steven Anderson too.

“God Hates Fags; they are Predators.”

Beta Reticuli – a binary system in outer space.

Beta Ridiculi – this star system is so far out that we didn’t know something like that actually existed.

Work in progress. Stay tuned.

This is the beginning of a drawing, and I have postponed it for now. I’m certain that you understand the title when you see the finished product.

My wonderful friend Rebecka is going to teach me how to draw an outer space “sky.”

That’s why I’m waiting to finish this. Things can only get better. These two images are made by Rebecka.

She knows her sh*t that girl. Rebecka (Larsson) has her own sites; gummiapan.blogspot.com and @beccas_corner on instagram. Check out her stuff.

Ok, so I’m having a draw-gasm. The new home for my beloved babies from Winsor&Newton. It’ll keep them happy and snug.

Eat, pray, love. I’m finding my own path in life, and I am celebrating my individual self.

There is this American saying “You can be whatever you want. You can even be an astronaut.”

Ok. News flash. You can’t. Whoever tells you that is a big, fat liar. If you can’t sing, you cannot be in a show on Broadway. If you are terrible at maths, you can’t be a mathematician.

But what can you be?

Good enough.

When does different become the new normal? Are all people with ADHD different? Are all bipolar people different from other non-bipolar folks? Are gay people different from religious people? Well, when it comes to the last one: maybe, but at the same time, both parties are equally prejudiced. (Believe me, I know!)

The question I’m asking is this: We want to be individuals and go our own ways…but why on God’s green earth are we looking for a group of people who are thinking, living and wanting exactly the same things as us?

How individual is that?!

We all need to belong. We all need to make ourselves matter, in our own little ways.

Work in Regress.

This drawing is just not happening yet. I hate it when the marker pens decide to commit suicide, when I just recently got them. But then again, I have probably amnesiated and used them a lot. Because I draw a lot.

Oh well. Let’s start another one shall we? 😉

…to go fishing? Or to open the doors to hell,

Or simply, open that can and start spring cleaning. Grab the worm by it’s caudal end, get a good grip, and swing it over your head and shout “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.” (Dante.) Then you just fling it.

(Fun fact: To extract palm oil, cut down the rainforest, which leads to global warming, which warms up the sea, and finally kills the fishes. No fish’n chips for you, mate. Well maybe chips; Norway has large amounts of potatoes – if they will share it, that is…)

Once you have opened Pandora’s box, there may seem like there’s no return.

But guess what…

“Pandora’s box had been opened and monsters had come out. But there had been something hidden at the bottom of Pandora’s box. Something wonderful. 

Hope.”

Hope is great, and surprisingly understated

…but maybe you shouldn’t open that tin can in public… gets messy in more than one way.

Sometimes you just have to show a work-in-progress thingy. I mean, that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?

Time for a clown. Would be rude not to….