Colored sketches from my subway-sketchbook.
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.
A lot of things going around in my head while commuting. 80 minutes a day.
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.