Graknitti

Isn't this a beautiful thing that Kerstin, Karin and old graffiti writers Ångest and Ruskig have made? We stumbled upon this piece last Saturday in Hornstull when the Glenn, my mother and I took a walk in the sun (ending up with wine in the park and then some proper Chinese, yum!). Though the weeks have been rainy and dull, the weekends have brought us nothing but summer. Thank you!
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Aj!

I got a bad tingle in my belly. Today is an important meeting, one of those No or Go thingies. I think us girls in the Nordic tango docu crew should get an award for perseverance.
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Tuesday Hello!

These are the colours brown and yellow

This is the last but one episode in my series The abandoned brewery.
I think you're now getting a sense of how big this place is - and this is only a bit!

(I quite look forward to getting into my normal blogging routine again!)
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Story:

This is where Heinrich, Berlin based urban exploration fan, takes all of his out of town:ers, "since it's so easy to break in". We had a beautiful day exploring nooks and corridors, halls and broken staircases, finally climbing up the roof drinking bubbles watching beautiful Berlin below us.

When Heinrich first found the brewery a year ago it was completely intact, with bottles and equipment in place, just like it was left in the 90's. Since then people posted its location online and it's been trashed, like Teufelsberg.
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Thursday Hello!

Is the working week coming to an end, or will the weekend become an extension of the week? And pretty though it is, what is The limits of control really about?

Lulu in Berlin

Today I've spent the beginning of my day watching the interview film with Louise Brooks Lulu in Berlin over at YouTube. It's shot in 1984, one year before her death (and quite ugly:ly shot I must say!).

I'm in lust to see the documentary Memories of Berlin: The Twilight of Weimar Culture and much curious to read Louise Brooks memoirs Lulu in Hollywood. The book will be easy enough to get, but does anyone know how to get hold of the film?
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See - after all this colour I had to elope to the black and white!
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A 2CV fan has encouraged me to start selling a coloured template for my paper car. It's a charming idea, though I'm not sure what I would charge for it... The sketches and measurements remain so maybe I should put one together. Cold be fun, hm?

Electric (electric)

Walking home Saturday night, this electric currant called Midnattsloppet - The Midnight Race - intercepted us. It was a hot humid night, and the next morning I read in the paper that two people, one as young as 26, had died from this race.

So sad and stupid.
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Today I'm back at Filmcentrum, prepping tango material for an upcoming meeting. The Nordic tango docu is a neverending story. We don't relent! (Yet.)

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The next two days posts will be a lot more colourful, I promise!
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Monday hello!

Dreaming

Dorothy Napangardi Robinson - Sand Hills at Mina Mina
2008 Acrylic on Linen


Kathleen (or Kweyetwemp in her Eastern Anmatyerre tongue) Petyarre
- Mountain Desert Lizard Dreaming
2007 Acrylic on Linen


Lily Kelly Napangardi - Tali (Sandhills)
2008 Acrylic on Linen


Narrabri Nakamarra - Lupulnga
2008 Acrylic on Linen




Anna Price Petyarre (Pitjara) - My Country
2010 Acrylic on Linen


Jeannie Petyarre - Bush Yam Leaves
2008 Acrylic on Linen


It was flickering through the latest issue of Elle Interiör, coming across this painting by Ningura Napurrula, that set this spree off. Mesmerized by the marvel of dots, the world around me dissapears and I want to give in to dreaming.

I can't help but notice that all these paintings were made by women.
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My company name, Skerries, actually refers to dreaming. The name comes from the comic Sandman (#32 - A Game of You), that is about the "skerries of dream", your land you return to when dreaming. At the time, 2003, I thought it was a great metaphore for animation where you kinda "dream up" whole worlds.

Also, two of my films are about dreams, Squariebearies (2003) and
Love will get me through the week (2004).

(The images link to their original locations, except for the two photos of Swedish Elle Interiör 06/10.)

Dear half-ass

Lately I've felt frustrated, half-assed, shattered and like a real hoppjerka.
I jump from project to project, unable to focus, finish or even take time off.

I resolved this state of being a half-ass the other day somewhat, when I realized that if you're always where the project ends in your head, you're never where the project is right now: You have to stick to your guns to get something to fire at.
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Also, I heard from two production companies. One was much too busy but loved my little film, and the other wants to speak again in the later summer.

Fingers crossed, as always.
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Weekend Hello!
Let's go swimming.

Treat

Have you already watched Spike Jonzes beautiful short I'm here,
or can I bring this treat into your life?

It's free online for your pleasure.

PS. Over at Meryl Smith's blog, the woman who made the rats for I'm here,
I find the tackiest Halloween costume ever. Yes. It did make me laugh.

Once upon a time in Skanstull

I live at Skanstull at Södermalm in Sthlm, and through Stockholmskällan I got access to archive photos to show you what my 'hood once upon a time looked like...

Old house south of Götgatan 100
May 15 1907, photo by: Larssons Ateljé, Stockholms stadsmuseum

Workers at Piehl's brewery at Götgatan 100. Here Marsöl, Vegaöl, Bitter Nürnberg, Witzenbier, Pilsnerdricka and Franziskanerbier was made.
1897, photo by: Frans Gustaf Klemming, Stockholms stadsmuseum

Aren't the female brewery workers striped aprons and triangular bonnets lovely?
Over all this photo is a treat!

View from the country road by Skanstull over Hammarby lake toward Södermalm.
May 15 1907, photo by: Larssons Ateljé, Stockholms stadsmuseum

Stockholm's waterworks by Eriksdal.
1896, photo by: Carl Johan Gimberg, Stockholms stadsmuseum

View from Skanskvarn (that I've written about before) over Södermalm.
1891, photographer unknown, Stockholms stadsmuseum

View from Stora Blecktornet, Södermannagatan 49, toward Skanstull.
October 18 1909, photo by: Larssons Ateljé, Stockholms stadsmuseum

The making of the Skanstull bridge.
1944 - 1947, photo by: Lennart af Petersens, Stockholms stadsmuseum

The beauty of shattering ice.

The establishment for sand washing (sandtvättningsanstalten - !) by Skanstull.
In the back is Bohusgatan and Stora Blecktornet.
1897, A. O. Alrutz, Stockholms stadsmuseum

Götgatan north of Skanstull.
1896, photographer unknown, Stockholms stadsmuseum

Götgatan 90, north of Skanstull.
1885 - 1910, photo by: Kasper Salin, Stockholms stadsmuseum

Published with permission by Stockholmskällan/The Stockholm Source.
(The images link to their original locations.)

And now, a harsh transition from analogue to digital. I tried to find approximately the same views on hitta.se, an online map, to break the romance of old film:

Götgatan 100 (pic 1 and 2).

View from Skanstull bridge over Hammarby lake toward Södermalm (pic 3).

The Stockholm's waterworks was below these houses and the hill (pic 4).

View from Skanstull bridge toward Södermalm, Skanskvarn is below to the left
(pic 5).

Södermannagatan 49, toward Skanstull (pic 6).

I couldn't find a good shot of Skanstull bridge (so nothing for pic 7).

The sand washing establishment was somewhere around here (pic 8).

Götgatan 90 (pic 9 and 10).

It's like the final words in my (up and coming) short film What Was Once:

"Next time you see me
you won't recognize me,
nothing in my appearance will give me away.
Because you see my love,
what was once,
can never - ever - be again"

(Are you supposed to tell these things?)