Self portait

I breathe the sweet breath
Which comes forth from thy mouth.
I behold thy beauty every day.
It is my desire
That I may be rejuvenated
With life through love
Of thee.

Sesenet neftu nedjem
Per em rek
Peteri nefruk em menet
Ta-i nehet sedj emi
Kheruk nedjem en mehit
Renpu ha-i em ankh
en mertuk.

Give me thy hands, holding thy spirit.
that I may receive it and may live by it.
Call thou upon my name unto eternity
And it shall never fail.

Di-ek eni awik kher ka-ek
Shesepi su ankhi yemef
I ashek reni er heh
Ben hehif em rek

love poem found in a royal mummy of the Armarna period, from Journal of Egyptian Archæology, translated by Sir Alan Gardiner

Here’s the libretto for the rest of the opera.

rudimentarylabia:

Hungry Ghosts in Buddhist mythology are beings that are not fully alive. They have bellies too huge to satisfy with their slender necks and food becomes ash in their mouths. Being born into the world of the hungry ghosts is one level away from Hell.

Närbildo (Taken with Instagram at Malmö Kulturskola - Kulturhuset Mazetti)

Nästan klar. (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram

theantidote:

Bamboo Lantern Festival (by Junigo)

Yokohama, Japan

Tired from a busy week, working half my time on the painting, and the other half putting up the graduation exhibition for the second year students at sjöbo konsthall. I’m participating myself with the sculpture, some prints and the films.