“Can you be a bit quiter”
“What did we say”
“Please leave”
“I´m worried. What´s wrong?”
Looked through my sketchbooks and colored a page I made after having an early misscarrige a few years ago. We called it “the Polonium baby” as it was conceived under a weekend in London when a former russian agent was murdered with Polonium. What an exciting life we have!

This fall one of our friends lost their baby and it’s a grieve bigger than words, bigger than everything.
This is called “Good night my treasure”.
Sometimes life get hold of you and tells you about it´s greatness. And for a while your body isn´t yours any more, neither your spouse’s.
Sketch of my sleeping son. Goodnight my treasure. Thers is a swedish expression “sleeping like a baby” when you have a deep sleep and doesn´t wake up easily. That doesn´t apply to our baby.
When my baby´s sleeping I miss him and when he is awake I´m sighing (about not being able to do anything) and kissing him.