The Miscreation of Stig

Writers block

Yes... It's true...
Every time I log on to my typepad account I always find a great title and and a vague idea of what I want to write about... And there it ends...

Lonley

Download Lonely.mp4

Here is a movie I made once about loneliness.

The music is Sigur Rós

Cruel world

Sometimes the volume of the world makes me want to leave it. Not by ending my life. I want to disconnect my mind and float away into oblivion. The mean and cruel things in the world sometimes make me lose my faith in the good. By the time I've finished this post, thousands upon thousands have been beaten, raped, molested and/or murdered. The cruelty of some people makes me sick. At the same time I stop to wonder what makes these people do what they do? How has their lives been to make them believe that what they do is right? Do they know what's right? What's wrong? How is their perspective on reality? Have they ever experienced love?

The world is a cruel place, although, some places, patches of flowers grow strong and colorful...

Let love live

Water from the sky

Growing up in the western parts of Norway, I have a special love for rain. Every time it starts poring from the sky I get this comfortable feeling inside. A desire to hug myself tight and shudder with delight. I sometimes go out in the pouring rain without a raincoat and lift my face to the sky. Let the drops fall down on my face and down my neck. I close my eyes and focus on the sound. The constant hiss of millions of raindrops hitting the ground almost at the same time. The sound of the raindrops as they grow bigger and heavier. The sound slowly pitching deeper. Sometimes I can stand inside an old shed just listening to the sound of the water hitting the metal roof.

I love rain

"Romance for dummies"

"By Stig"

In danger of making people who read this feel like they have been dipped in syrup, rolled in sugar and wrapped in cotton candy.

I made this painting on my Mac and sent it to Sandra by e-Mail. She really liked it. I like making romantic things like this

Hard to let go of the bull horns

Sometimes I feel that it's hard to let go of the past, no matter how painful it was, and in some ways still is.

I have a problem letting go of things in the past, mistakes I did, opportunities I didn't grab. I often think of myself as a no-good loser who never finishes anything. I rarely turn around and look ahead at what lies in front of me. The few times that has happened, I find myself still looking back over my shoulder. And seeing what lies behind me I lose hope. I lose my faith in good times.

Lately I have come to a conclusion.
The way I think about myself and the world around me, is like riding a bull heading for the cliffs and the deep abyss. I hold on because it hurts less than letting go. But I have also realized that if I don't let go, I will go over the cliff along with the bull. If I let go it will hurt, but the wounds will heal. If I let go I might land in a bush or a lake, and it will hurt even less.

Do I have the courage to let go of the bull horns?