This is a comic about moving to town, moving to Stockholm. You can be all that you want to be, and you can be very alone.
“In Stockholm you can be exctly what you want. And you never have to speak to anyone, anyone at all. Once I saw the neighbour.”
/coffee and ink
A day without hands. Quel horreur!
Based on experience I made a comic about having friends staying in our home. They tend to stay longer than expected, or at least it seems that way. Here is a sample of this comic.
One morning when I woke up the world had changed.
The light was brighter.
Or had I only opened my eyes
for the obvious.
Life is now.
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.
Yesterday I colored a sketch I drew a couple of weeks ago. As I used french I translated it into English (neither is my native tongue).
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