Today I took my last walk around Björkö. I visited the hairy cows and the horses for one last time. Then I went towards the sea in Marum, crossed the little bridge and returned through the forest to Kulla. I did not see any lynx, moose or fox, but I found a few large bones…
Sweden. Day 38. Skål.
Yesterday I did a small presentation of my work at BKN, showing again the video and a recording of the play to the local artists, which the organizer, Anna Viola, hadn’t seen. Now there is a new artist from Taiwan that is taking my studio space. She’s probably sitting right now on my desk, looking…
Sweden. Day 37. Lagom.
In the end, since I am going to remain still three more days in Sweden, I decided to continue writing about the country. And why not? There is always something to say. I was thinking about that word, “lagom”. Three people mentioned it in my documentary “Three questions about Sweden“. It means “not too little…
Sweden. Day 36. The road ahead
While I am still staying in Sweden a few more days, and I will still spend a day in Stockholm before finally leaving, I don’t know if I should continue with the daily posts. I feel that after the climax of the presentation, there is not much more that needs to be added, unless something…
Sweden. Day 35. Curtain.
The day started with slippery ice all over the entrance, so you had to be careful walking out of the door. It was sunny, but the ice from the previous rain and snow had frozen. One false step and you could fall down on the hard, cold ice, and break a leg. But then again,…
"Three questions about Sweden"
A documentary video about Swedish identity In January 2022, I stayed in Sweden for a month, and I asked Swedish people three questions. These are the results. (Documentary, 18 min, Sweden.) For English, Spanish and Portuguese subtitles, please check this version here on Youtube. Thanks for the support of BKN Björkö Konstnod, and thanks to…
Sweden. Day 34. I saw the sun.
Do you know that scene in the animated movie “Snow White”, when she goes into the forest and starts singing, and all the animals come out to listen to her? Well, here in Björkö is the opposite. You go into the forest and all animals disappear. You only see their footprints. You may see, at…
Sweden. Day 33. The sad end of all things.
Everything comes to an end. The broken washing machine has now found its final resting place in a junkyard, about 800 meters away from the house, together with several of its brothers and sisters. I saw it lying there the other day, covered by snow, lit by the sun, like a memorial to all broken…
Sweden. Day 32. Swedish hospitality.
Some days a lot happens and some days nothing happens, so perhaps the idea of dividing this texts in the form of a daily journal may have been a mistake. But then again, how many people can be interested in the travel journal of someone who is not a celebrity in any case? Besides, part…
Sweden. Day 31. Ghosts.
AUGUST: Is he still there, sitting by his desk, watching the snow fall? HENRIK: Yes, he is. His face shows a growing sense of depression and despair. AUGUST: Is he typing anything at all? HENRIK: I can’t see anything. His arms are resting and he’s just looking out of the window. AUGUST: But the bird…