Monthly Archives

april 2016

  • BLOG Commission Illustration Inspiration

    Enchanted! The book is here!

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    Boken er kommet!

    Enchanted explores artistic interpretations of work by an extensive array of artists from around the world, all focusing on the themes of ‘Fairy Tales, Folktales and Fables.’ With various creative mediums (tattoos, drawings, paintings, sculptures, graffiti, digital, photography, mixed media, and much more) included..

    Enchanted
    Tattoo

    Amazing tattoos!

    Drawings

    Beautiful drawings!

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    And here is my interpretation of the fairy tale “The Angel” by HC Andersen.

    Paintings

    Stunning paintings!

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    And also with more wonderful mixed media art!

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  • BLOG Inspiration MyDailyLife

    Inspiration, where does it come from?


    Inspirasjon

    Ja hvor får jeg egentlig inspirasjonen fra.  Det gjelder å trene seg opp til å “lytte”. Stadig vekk suser ideer inn i hodet ditt. Noen fester seg med en gang, mens andre ganger var det bare et lite glimt og så ble ideen borte. Noen ganger hadde du kanskje en super ide, men så ventet du så lenge at ideen bare ble glemt. Så plutselig dukker ideen din opp igjen, men noen andre har gjennomført den!

    Så husk at når hjertet ditt snakker til deg, ta gode notater!

    Klikk på bildene eller denne LINKEN og scroll deg nedover min lille collage med tips til å fange inspirasjonen.

    Lykke til, og husk å alltid ha en liten skissebok/notisbok for hånden :)

    Click on the photos or this LINK and scroll your way down my little collage with tips on how to capture inspiration .

     

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  • BLOG MyDailyLife

    Sov godt og drøm søtt

    I morgen er det klart for en helt ny og ubrukt dag. Da skal jeg jobbe videre på et logo-oppdrag, invitasjons-design og et lite bursdagskort.

    Jeg skal også ut å spise i et bursdagsselskap og se Flamenco dans! Det blir spennende, kanskje jeg får tatt noen bilder av dansen.

    Håper du får en god natts søvn med mange fine drømmer. God natt og drøm søtt.

    LilleBudda

     

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  • BLOG MyDailyLife

    Frokost ved bassenget kl.07

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    Nå er varmen tilbake og det er helt herlig! Måtte bare ta et bilde av frokosten ute ved bassenget kl.07.

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    Men som du ser av siste bildet så ble frokosten inntatt ved mac`n :) Det var ikke helt sååå varmt på morgenen ennå nemlig.
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  • BLOG Commission Illustration Inspiration

    En vakker bok, og jeg er med!

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    Out Of Step Books tok kontakt og ville at jeg skulle lage en illustrasjon som skulle være med i en bok om ulike illustratører´s tolkninger av eventyr, fabler, myter og folkeeventyr.

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    Jeg ble jo nysgjerrig på dette og ville sjekke hvilke eventyr de hadde linket til. Mange kjente forfattere var ramset opp, men det første jeg la merke til var navnet:
    Hans Christian Andersen.

    Mange av hans eventyr kjenner jeg jo godt til, så jeg klikket meg inn på linken for å se hvilke eventyr man kunne velge mellom.

    The Angel “lyste” mot meg! (det er noe med de englene som stadig dukker opp)

    Det eventyret hadde jeg aldri hørt om, så det ville jeg lese. Og da endte det tilslutt opp med at jeg laget en illustrasjon til akkurat dette vakre eventyret. Du kan selv lese eventyret nederst på denne siden hvis du vil.

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    Nå er boken kommet ut og den ser så flott ut!

    Gleder meg sånn til å få den i posten. Tror den er fullpakket med illustrasjoner til inspirasjon og glede!
    Jeg elsker å se andres fantastiske flotte illustrasjoner.

    Enchanted
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    Enchanted explores artistic interpretations of work by an extensive array of artists from around the world, all focusing on the themes of ‘Fairy Tales, Folktales and Fables.’ With various creative mediums (tattoos, drawings, paintings, sculptures, graffiti, digital, photography, mixed media, and much more) included..

    Limited Edition of 1000 copies
    Dimensions: 8.5″ x 11″
    Pages: 336
    Type of cover: Hardcover

    Out Of Step Books are committed to giving back to their beloved art community. A percentage of all sales from the Inspiration Art Project Series of books is donated to classrooms in need through an outstanding charity called donorschoose.org. You can visit the “Projects Supported” page by clicking here.

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    Hvis du har lyst til å lese eventyret, så kan du gjøre det her:

    The Angel

    by

    Hans Christian Andersen

    (1844)

    ?WHENEVER a good child dies, an angel of God comes down from heaven, takes the dead child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with him over all the places which the child had loved during his life. Then he gathers a large handful of flowers, which he carries up to the Almighty, that they may bloom more brightly in heaven than they do on earth. And the Almighty presses the flowers to His heart, but He kisses the flower that pleases Him best, and it receives a voice, and is able to join the song of the chorus of bliss.

    These words were spoken by an angel of God, as he carried a dead child up to heaven, and the child listened as if in a dream. Then they passed over well-known spots, where the little one had often played, and through beautiful gardens full of lovely flowers.

    Which of these shall we take with us to heaven to be transplanted there? asked the angel.

    Close by grew a slender, beautiful, rose-bush, but some wicked hand had broken the stem, and the half-opened rosebuds hung faded and withered on the trailing branches.

    Poor rose-bush! said the child, let us take it with us to heaven, that it may bloom above in God`s garden.

    The angel took up the rose-bush. Then he kissed the child, and the little one half opened his eyes. The angel gathered also some beautiful flowers, as well as a few humble buttercups and heart`s-ease.

    Now we have flowers enough, said the child. But the angel only nodded, he did not fly upward to heaven.

    It was night, and quite still in the great town. Here they remained, and the angel hovered over a small, narrow street, in which lay a large heap of straw, ashes, and sweepings from the houses of people who had removed. There lay fragments of plates, pieces of plaster, rags, old hats, and other rubbish not pleasant to see. Amidst all this confusion, the angel pointed to the pieces of a broken flower-pot, and to a lump of earth which had fallen out of it. The earth had been kept from falling to pieces by the roots of a withered field-flower, which had been thrown amongst the rubbish.

    We will take this with us, said the angel, I will tell you why as we fly along.

    And as they flew the angel related the history.

    Down in that narrow lane, in a low cellar, lived a poor sick boy. He had been afflicted from his childhood, and even in his best days he could just manage to walk up and down the room on crutches once or twice, but no more. During some days in summer, the sunbeams would lie on the floor of the cellar for about half an hour. In this spot the poor sick boy would sit warming himself in the sunshine, and watching the red blood through his delicate fingers as he held them before his face. Then he would say he had been out, yet he knew nothing of the green forest in its spring verdure, till a neighbor`s son brought him a green bough from a beech-tree. This he would place over his head, and fancy that he was in the beech-wood while the sun shone, and the birds carolled gayly. One spring day the neighbor`s boy brought him some field-flowers, and among them was one to which the root still adhered. This he carefully planted in a flower-pot, and placed in a window-seat near his bed. And the flower had been planted by a fortunate hand, for it grew, put forth fresh shoots, and blossomed every year. It became a splendid flower-garden to the sick boy, and his little treasure upon earth. He watered it, and cherished it, and took care it should have the benefit of every sunbeam that found its way into the cellar, from the earliest morning ray to the evening sunset. The flower entwined itself even in his dreams. For him it bloomed, for him spread its perfume. And it gladdened his eyes, and to the flower he turned, even in death, when the Lord called him. He has been one year with God. During that time the flower has stood in the window, withered and forgotten, till at length cast out among the sweepings into the street, on the day of the lodgers removal. And this poor flower, withered and faded as it is, we have added to our nosegay, because it gave more real joy than the most beautiful flower in the garden of a queen.

    But how do you know all this? asked the child whom the angel was carrying to heaven.

    I know it, said the angel, because I myself was the poor sick boy who walked upon crutches, and I know my own flower well.

    Then the child opened his eyes and looked into the glorious happy face of the angel, and at the same moment they found themselves in that heavenly home where all is happiness and joy. And God pressed the dead child to His heart, and wings were given him so that he could fly with the angel, hand in hand. Then the Almighty pressed all the flowers to His heart; but He kissed the withered field-flower, and it received a voice. Then it joined in the song of the angels, who surrounded the throne, some near, and others in a distant circle, but all equally happy. They all joined in the chorus of praise, both great and small, the good, happy child, and the poor field-flower, that once lay withered and cast away on a heap of rubbish in a narrow, dark street.

    The End
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