Cut-up-poem on painting on cardboard, prayer rug size. Instructions for use: aim directly towards the nearest conscientious brain.

↓ “Pray be …” or “Your part of Time”, 510 x 785 mm, mixed media on cardboard.

Prayer_cardboard_txtApply and repeat. But be quick about it. We’re running out of time. And brains.

Thanks go out to the TSA for checking my suitcase for contraband and leaving a note about it, telling me that they would not be responsible for any damages done while doing their job. Also completely disregarding the sense of invasion afflicted upon yours truly. As you know, dear reader, I do not favor borders. In my opinion, the divides between nations, creeds, races and the like should not be enforced but celebrated with open minds, hearts and arms. (Looking at you, one-percenter)

So while it’s totally unrelated and I’m horrifically disgusted by the tearing down of historical artifacts in the Middle East in the abuse of religion (the latter being a waste of intellect anywhere at any time, anyway) I am studying ancient crafts and mathematical arts from mentioned region and paint geometrically inspired. Since I travel with an array of art materials always foraging wherever I go, some of those (beware of implied irony: very small containers of very suspicious liquids) probably were flagged in the x-ray.

The language of the TSA note is as passive aggressively daunting as anything anyone entering the US through the hands of the Homeland Security would ever experience. To assuage the asperity of that I chose to re-appropriate it. Cut it up to find the true message within their text. The result feels a little like a prayer, a polite request, doesn’t it?

To sincerely feel free
please appreciate
however unable

if you have the contents
to open this process
please do this.

your next questions
and your suggestions
break the locks on your

forced to Center:
on how to protect you
from this

your part of Time


Triptych patterns in progress and at the same time. Islamic geometry to the background noises of Syrian conflict and western ignorance. Sighs have been heard.

↓ 3 works in progress, 600 x 800 mm, mixed media on MDF.ccairobcairoacairo

… it’s done.

↓ ”Time Marks The Spots”, 540 x 600 mm, mixed media on paper.timemarksthespot

(Listening for patterns on “Skeleton Tree” while randomly creating patterns that might lead to some kind of recognition of unknown knowns of coded broken structures. Or not, doesn’t matter, that’s not the goal. Much like abandoning a blind straight path in favor of the next bend in the river and what’s behind it. Why “time …?” asks the reader with wet feet. Because it has to start somewhere; or end? Because it’s not linear, really? … nah … I’m over it. But please, look it up)

Works in rapid progression. Right now. And there … now. No sooner or later.

↓ ”Time Marks The Spots”, 540 x 600 mm, mixed media on paper.timemarksthespots

↓ ”Tall As Sin”,  mixed media on paper(bag).tallassin

↓ Untitled,  mixed media on paper.stretch

↓ Untitled,  mixed media on cardboard.chair

Some more harvest

↓ ”Face” or “Border line”,  mixed media on paper.face-the-border

↓ Untitled,  mixed media on cardboard.circles-and-ladders

↓ ”Penta”,  mixed media on paper.pentacairoborder

↓ ”Step up”,  mixed media on paper.step-in-to-it

↓ ”Bond”,  mixed media on

↓ work in progress, (600 x 800 mm), mixed media on MDF.a

↓ work in progress, (600 x 800 mm), mixed media on MDF.c

↓ work in progress, (600 x 800 mm), mixed media on MDF.b

Some harvest

↓ ”1 for 1” or “Fork by fork”, (? x ? mm + ? x ? mm), mixed media on cardboard.1for1_fork2fork

↓ “Blind anticipation”, (600 x 400 mm), mixed media on MDF.600x402

↓ Untitled work in progress, (332 x 494 mm), mixed media on paper.

What you buy does not make who you are. You are what you digest. Now take out the trash, please.

↓ ”In is as far as Out, #2” or “Burden, #2”, (290 x 270 mm + 290 x 280 mm), mixed media on cardboard.

A sequel to the former piece on the same subject. The correlations to world events are hard to digest. But in short: it all goes to shit. Or rather merde. 

↓ ”Collective Narcissism” or “Map of Denmark, 2015.”, (876 x 617 mm), mixed media on paper.ethnocentric_data_collectionI can be quite binary in expressing my world views and I apologise if I’ve ever offended you. Unless you are one of those  homophobic, xenophobic, bigoted, ethnocentric, racist ass-wipe-danes who thinks it’s ok to stand on a highway bridge, spitting at Syrian refugee families, walking (walking!) as fast as possible through tribal denmark, just to seek asylum in Sweden because petty denmark certainly is not a friendly place for people of colour, traumatized by civil war. Then you have my full scorn. 

↓ work in progress, (155 x 254 mm + 155 x 254 mm), acrylics on crescent board.
Spilling some beans here I guess. Another digestion reference?

↓ work in progress, (267 x 288 mm + 267 x 288 mm), mixed media on cardboard.
Buy one, somebody else gets one free. Charity through consumerism. Still wrapping my head around that.

↓ work in progress, (287 x 314 mm + 289 x 307 mm), mixed media on cardboard.
No comment. But yes, my media is a cat-litter box. Yet another digestion reference. What goes in must come out and go somewhere. Right? 

↓work in progress, (⌀355 mm + ⌀280 mm), mixed media on cardboard.
Round formats. And I have no idea what to do about that. I mean, whats up or down here? Really?

Actually, refugees don’t flee in order to get in. They come here, because they have to get out.

↓ ”In is as far as Out” or “Burden”, (435 x 230 mm + 240 x 335 mm), mixed media on cardboard.

On that note it’s important to keep in mind: borders between our nations are not constructs designed to keep aliens out either. They are put in place to keep you, me and also the xenophobes in, in check, in line, from interfering, from conferring.

Oh home, sweet home, I wrote you a poem. The dearest reader must excuse the danish, and find an approximated translation below. The references to both national anthems and native pop songs probably don’t come through to a non-dane and I apologise for that. In regards to the issue at hand I think you must count yourself happy. Leave it to the danes to be sorry. (though I am sure that these days you can find your own local predicaments that hopefully are handled more gracefully)

Åh (komma) danmark
Din skede er rummelig (komma) men gold
Til dem der står dér (komma) ude
Og banker på
Siger du (kolon)
Knep dig selv (komma)
Skridt for skridt

Prygl (udeladelsesprikker)
Grænseløs kærlighed
Tandløs dolk
Spytklat (lighedstegn)

Bakke (komma) dal
Afskårne, omskåret
Sønner i krig (komma)
Slik dig om munden
Sønner fra krig (udeladelsesprikker)
Lukket land (komma)
Ørken (skråstreg) våde drømme
Bølgen blå

Oh (comma) Denmark
Your snatch is spacious (comma) but barren
To those who’re (comma) out there
You say (colon)
Go fuck yourself (comma)
Step by step

Thrash (ellipsis)
Borderless love
Toothless dagger
Glob of spit (equal sign)
Snail’s trail
Primordial sea

Hill (comma) valley
Cut off, circumcised
Sons to war (comma)
Lick your lips
Sons from war (omission dots)
Closed Country (comma)
Desert (slash) wet dreams
The blue wave


“Stamen/Anther” is done. So is “Fallopia/Piston Postcards” and maybe that ends the flower paintings. In progress you find a board with a border inspired by Ottoman illumination

↓ ”Stamen/Anther” or “Coming”, (595 x 460 mm), mixed media on MDF.595x460_Stamen
The stamen is the “male” reproductive organ you commonly find in the middle of a flower surrounding the “female” part: the stigma. At the end of the stamen you find an anther. That is where pollen is produced and eventually discharged from. If you are a flower you want to spread that stuff in order to procreate. To that purpose many flowers use the help of bees and other insects. Doesn’t get any sexier, amirite?

↓ “Fallopia/Piston Postcards” or “Longing”, (125 ≈ 127 x 190≈ 245 mm), mixed media on cardboard.
The second piece from the top actually travelled the atlantic by mail twice before this piece was complete. A Fallopia is a vine many consider an invasive weed. It has an unrelenting urge to cover all and everything with itself. A piston serves only one purpose: to compress, to be driven, to drive and to never ever stop. Unless you run out of juices to combust. Then you need to take a nap.

↓ Untitled work in progress, (600 x 400 mm), mixed media on MDF.600x402
Ottoman illuminations surround words of scripture or the like. The Ottoman empire is now Turkey. Turkey borders Syria. Syria has effectively ceased to be a healthy society. Nothing holy going on in there.

Spring Collection 2015: still on cardboard, some more complex than others but all investigating patterns and their recognitions. As usual there is a discount when made in bulk.

↓ ”A Prayer And A Pizza” or “Bed With A Vision”, (260 ≈ 360 x 320 ≈ 370 mm, apx and respectively), mixed media on cardboard and parmesan.


Yeah. On take-out cardboard mainly. (Thin crust, basil and roast peppers, well done) I had my medium delivered on a rainy day. And while waiting for her to come out of the shower I contemplated her architecture; at hand and out there. Both displayed in front of me for my viewing pleasures, shadows dancing in straight triangles, extending their corners. Then we drew the blinds to the world and tried to see it for what it really is.

↓ ”Grab” , (480 ≈ 270 x 290 ≈ 310 mm, apx and respectively), mixed media on cardboard.


1/φ, 22/7, part of the Fibonacci sequence and a cat called Schrödinger. And why not? Just random scraps in random shapes that you try to sort in random order. Cause if beauty is in the hands of the beholder it will eventually find its way to you, play right in to your yearning eyes. So that piece is best viewed with your eyes closed. Unclenched.

↓ ”Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda” and “Oughta, Mighta, Gotcha” (480 ≈ 270 x 290 ≈ 310 mm, apx and respectively), mixed media on cardboard.


Some cardboard boxes come with print. That makes it kinda ready-made. This one came in white, magenta and imperative words, full of spoiled surprises. That night I happened to dream I was making tea for a host of waiting people but I kept complicating it for myself, to a degree that it just became utterly impossible. And voilà: a piece on obligation and its pitfalls emerged. Hereby be warned. Adding a little spiritual geometry hopefully will detox it a bit.

↓ ”Autoportrait in Homemade Notation” or “Unfinished song in FM7 or something” (490 x 325 mm, apx and respectively), mixed media on fret-cardboard.


I noodle. Mostly guitar. Start with a weird chord stacked all lop-sided and always end up with a quirky progression and a song that takes me places. Mostly I get lost there, but that seems the purpose of my most productive endeavours anyway. Here I put it on corrugated fibreboard from what seems to have been a moving box once and it kinda ended up visualising that process. This particular piece is best viewed on a somewhat crunchy tube amp and goes well with my fretless bass.