Say hi to Karsten Volle, Germany.
28 December 2006
26 December 2006
Photoshop fun
Just found this tutorial on how to make stuff look like miniatures in Photoshop.
Here's a pic of the hall in my dollhouse office.
Just found this tutorial on how to make stuff look like miniatures in Photoshop.
Here's a pic of the hall in my dollhouse office.
Review number four
Norwegian comix site serienett.no just posted a review on the book. Well, boo hoo deary me...
Karstein Volle has delivered one of the most readable comic books of 2006. This is a book that is hard to put down. Volle's humor is of a high pedigree and Facts from the World tickles the funnybone time and time again. May we ask for a book number 3?
The rest can be read here, as a pretty excellent norwegian lesson
I bow my head and remove my imaginary hat in salute to the support granted this humble cartoonist.
Norwegian comix site serienett.no just posted a review on the book. Well, boo hoo deary me...
Karstein Volle has delivered one of the most readable comic books of 2006. This is a book that is hard to put down. Volle's humor is of a high pedigree and Facts from the World tickles the funnybone time and time again. May we ask for a book number 3?
The rest can be read here, as a pretty excellent norwegian lesson
I bow my head and remove my imaginary hat in salute to the support granted this humble cartoonist.
22 December 2006
19 December 2006
A quiet suburban neighbourhood...
I had just woken saturday morning hung over after the Nazca christmas party the night before.
I was having my morning coffee when I heard a loud metallic BAM coming from what I thought was the yard. I assumed a car had backed into another car at the parking lot. It was only when I heard the sirens that I really woke up.
I went to the guest room and saw that the apartment across the road was smoking. The window had blown straight out. There was a thin stream of soot coming from it.
There were two firetrucks and a policecar. More were coming. The apartment started burning more intensely. One man was taken out on a gurney.
It was most probably a gas explosion. The tenant, a middle aged man, died of burns at the hospital.
What scares me now is how nobody seems to have done anything to remember that person. No flowers or candles outside. We are all strangers in this neighbourhood.
I had just woken saturday morning hung over after the Nazca christmas party the night before.
I was having my morning coffee when I heard a loud metallic BAM coming from what I thought was the yard. I assumed a car had backed into another car at the parking lot. It was only when I heard the sirens that I really woke up.
I went to the guest room and saw that the apartment across the road was smoking. The window had blown straight out. There was a thin stream of soot coming from it.
There were two firetrucks and a policecar. More were coming. The apartment started burning more intensely. One man was taken out on a gurney.
It was most probably a gas explosion. The tenant, a middle aged man, died of burns at the hospital.
What scares me now is how nobody seems to have done anything to remember that person. No flowers or candles outside. We are all strangers in this neighbourhood.
15 December 2006
Meanwhile in Iran...
American conservatives are talking about nuking Teheran. 1 2 3 How about taking a look at who would become collateral damage if such a travesty would ever happen?
Iranian students protest Ahmadinejad
Now that everything is going so well in Iraq and Aghanistan, I mean...
American conservatives are talking about nuking Teheran. 1 2 3 How about taking a look at who would become collateral damage if such a travesty would ever happen?
Iranian students protest Ahmadinejad
Now that everything is going so well in Iraq and Aghanistan, I mean...
14 December 2006
Noxagt and the Zone
Just a little note saying that Noxagt might be the best working music ever. Just put on 'Turning it down since 2001' and blammo, you are in the zone.
'The Zone' is well, the place I want to be. It's the place when I can work and create without being selfconscious or overtly selfcritical. I think authors call it 'flow', musicians call it 'the zone'. What do painters call it?
The opposite place is, well, hell. When NOTHING is good enough. You write one word or draw one line and decide it's complete shite. You realize you are completely talentless, the last seven years of work has just been some incredible stroke of luck and people are finally onto you and will call your bluff.
Anyway, NOXAGT is the shit. Buy 'Turning it down since 2001' for xmas to all your friends and yourself.
Just a little note saying that Noxagt might be the best working music ever. Just put on 'Turning it down since 2001' and blammo, you are in the zone.
'The Zone' is well, the place I want to be. It's the place when I can work and create without being selfconscious or overtly selfcritical. I think authors call it 'flow', musicians call it 'the zone'. What do painters call it?
The opposite place is, well, hell. When NOTHING is good enough. You write one word or draw one line and decide it's complete shite. You realize you are completely talentless, the last seven years of work has just been some incredible stroke of luck and people are finally onto you and will call your bluff.
Anyway, NOXAGT is the shit. Buy 'Turning it down since 2001' for xmas to all your friends and yourself.
13 December 2006
3rd review
Spirit mag has reviewed the Fakta book. To be honest, I will not cry myself to sleep over quotes like this:
Facts from the World is smart, absurd and above all hysterically funny. Let's hope the world will continue to go off it's kilter so Volle can keep mocking it.
If your norwegian is up for it, you can find the review here.
Spirit, I thank you gracefully for your support. Here's to a mad laugh in the eye of impending doom.
Spirit mag has reviewed the Fakta book. To be honest, I will not cry myself to sleep over quotes like this:
Facts from the World is smart, absurd and above all hysterically funny. Let's hope the world will continue to go off it's kilter so Volle can keep mocking it.
If your norwegian is up for it, you can find the review here.
Spirit, I thank you gracefully for your support. Here's to a mad laugh in the eye of impending doom.
11 December 2006
Humor for the ones fluent in Norwegian
Food recipes
North Norwegian Joke generator
Consolation price for non-norwegian entities
Food recipes
North Norwegian Joke generator
Consolation price for non-norwegian entities
10 December 2006
Webcomics
Been experimenting with online publishing this week and discovered this nice blurb on talkaboutcomics.com.
"Even though it’s not a clip-art comic, Facts from the World by Karstein Volle reminds me of some of the best in that genre, like Partiallyclips or Red Meat. I’m not sure why."
For the record: I love Red Meat.
Been experimenting with online publishing this week and discovered this nice blurb on talkaboutcomics.com.
"Even though it’s not a clip-art comic, Facts from the World by Karstein Volle reminds me of some of the best in that genre, like Partiallyclips or Red Meat. I’m not sure why."
For the record: I love Red Meat.
09 December 2006
08 December 2006
American activist sets himself on fire
American activist and musician Malachi Ritscher burnt himself to death last month to protest the Iraq war.
Go here to read his farewell letter
Obituary
American activist and musician Malachi Ritscher burnt himself to death last month to protest the Iraq war.
Go here to read his farewell letter
Obituary
04 December 2006
03 December 2006
01 December 2006
Illustration work
Here's one I just did for Libero magazine, about how to inform people in a good way about the greenhouse effect.
Talking about global warming. It's the first day of December and it's plus-degrees here in Helsinki. My office mate Safar from Iran told me it is currently snowing in Teheran.
My obvious conclusion is that there's no such thing as global warming. There's no scientific concensus, there's at least TWO scientists who don't believe in it either, that means it's just a theory, just like evolution.
Here's one I just did for Libero magazine, about how to inform people in a good way about the greenhouse effect.
Talking about global warming. It's the first day of December and it's plus-degrees here in Helsinki. My office mate Safar from Iran told me it is currently snowing in Teheran.
My obvious conclusion is that there's no such thing as global warming. There's no scientific concensus, there's at least TWO scientists who don't believe in it either, that means it's just a theory, just like evolution.
25 November 2006
24 November 2006
2nd review
Something like this: Volle is out of ideas, the format is stiff, uncreative repetetive, boring and politically correct.
If you read norwegian, you can catch it here.
That guy might have not been the right choice for a reviewer. A bit like asking a metalfan to review polka. Fakta's not for him, which is perfectly fine. Only problem is that this dude broadcasts it to a bunch of people.
Which is bad news for a really fine book out on an indie publisher with nada cash for advertising or promo.
Schtill, compare the two reviews this far. Fakta has always been a polarizing work, but this is hilarious.
I have a vague inkling that whenever this dude sees an amazing stunt in a movie, he immediately turns to his friend and shouts "You can't do that in real life! This movie sucks!"
Something like this: Volle is out of ideas, the format is stiff, uncreative repetetive, boring and politically correct.
If you read norwegian, you can catch it here.
That guy might have not been the right choice for a reviewer. A bit like asking a metalfan to review polka. Fakta's not for him, which is perfectly fine. Only problem is that this dude broadcasts it to a bunch of people.
Which is bad news for a really fine book out on an indie publisher with nada cash for advertising or promo.
Schtill, compare the two reviews this far. Fakta has always been a polarizing work, but this is hilarious.
I have a vague inkling that whenever this dude sees an amazing stunt in a movie, he immediately turns to his friend and shouts "You can't do that in real life! This movie sucks!"
22 November 2006
Comix
What's up?
The Faktabook is out, in 152 pages of hardcover, UV-laquered, fullcolor factoid fun, with guest appearances by the creme de la creme of norwegian comix.
This book will be the staple upon which my generation shall be judged, in fact, not possessing this book will make you look rather stupid in distinguished company.
Man, it doesn't cost more than a CD either.
If you haven't gotten the book yet, you can get it here.
What else then?
Newest ish of Tusj is out. I contributed a fourpager which I told you about here earlier. The first installment in the many adventures of the great detective Roger Hitler.
In the magazine, Tor Ærlig still rules the crop, though artworkwise, the hamster is my favourite in this issue.I can't help it, I'm a sucker for for social-realist-propaganda pastiches.Check out more here. The Norwegian comix scene is growing at breakneck speed and following it is getting more entertaining by the second.
Balder Magazine is out, with Fakta as usual decorating the last page, but this time I got something inside the magazine too. Apart from a pretty entertaining interview, where I'm giving the lowdown on the new Fakta book, I have started a column. It's called Sivile Serier (Civilian Comics) and focuses on the graphical narrative for the emotionally mature reader. First article focuses on Alan Moore's newest opus: Lost Girls.
Anyway, here's the real news.
From new year on, I have a new strip comic premiering in Aftenposten. It's the one I showed a teaser from a coupla months ago. The comic is called I fremtiden (in the future) and it will run in Aftenposten for at least three months, as the guest strip. If it continues, is completely dependent on the readership SMS-voting it on. The premise for the strip is rather simple: I have stopped lying and finally started my work as a prophet. This one will start in Larson around february.
Also, observant readers have noticed that Rocky will change publishers from the new year. Fakta has been published regularily in Rocky the last two years. Fakta will not be homeless, though. It will make the leap to the brand-new M-magazine. Now this will be good, great even!
As an encore, the Bellona 20 year anthology is out, with me contributing a fourpager, where three blackmetal kids meet a representative of Exxon! The good folks at Serienett.no even called my entry 'angrier than Kverneland'. In my book, that's a great compliment.
What's up?
The Faktabook is out, in 152 pages of hardcover, UV-laquered, fullcolor factoid fun, with guest appearances by the creme de la creme of norwegian comix.
This book will be the staple upon which my generation shall be judged, in fact, not possessing this book will make you look rather stupid in distinguished company.
Man, it doesn't cost more than a CD either.
If you haven't gotten the book yet, you can get it here.
What else then?
Newest ish of Tusj is out. I contributed a fourpager which I told you about here earlier. The first installment in the many adventures of the great detective Roger Hitler.
In the magazine, Tor Ærlig still rules the crop, though artworkwise, the hamster is my favourite in this issue.I can't help it, I'm a sucker for for social-realist-propaganda pastiches.Check out more here. The Norwegian comix scene is growing at breakneck speed and following it is getting more entertaining by the second.
Balder Magazine is out, with Fakta as usual decorating the last page, but this time I got something inside the magazine too. Apart from a pretty entertaining interview, where I'm giving the lowdown on the new Fakta book, I have started a column. It's called Sivile Serier (Civilian Comics) and focuses on the graphical narrative for the emotionally mature reader. First article focuses on Alan Moore's newest opus: Lost Girls.
Anyway, here's the real news.
From new year on, I have a new strip comic premiering in Aftenposten. It's the one I showed a teaser from a coupla months ago. The comic is called I fremtiden (in the future) and it will run in Aftenposten for at least three months, as the guest strip. If it continues, is completely dependent on the readership SMS-voting it on. The premise for the strip is rather simple: I have stopped lying and finally started my work as a prophet. This one will start in Larson around february.
Also, observant readers have noticed that Rocky will change publishers from the new year. Fakta has been published regularily in Rocky the last two years. Fakta will not be homeless, though. It will make the leap to the brand-new M-magazine. Now this will be good, great even!
As an encore, the Bellona 20 year anthology is out, with me contributing a fourpager, where three blackmetal kids meet a representative of Exxon! The good folks at Serienett.no even called my entry 'angrier than Kverneland'. In my book, that's a great compliment.
21 November 2006
On a lighter note...
My Friend Jørgen also took some pics at the Spasi show. Head on over to his Flickr account to check it out.
Sampo
I was forced again to use my old Sampo account due to a payment cock-up.
Man, I remember why I stopped using it. Years of horrifically rude treatment from barely coherent bank clerks spring to mind. Smelly, cramped premises, no airconditioning in july, fifty people waiting and two people in the stalls. At least eight empty stalls. 30 minutes minimum to wait to be able to deposit money. The Itäkeskus office looking exactly like Hakaniemi welfare office.Quotes from CEO's saying "We don't really need those small potato savings accounts" One of the most expensive bank accounts to have. Paying SAMPO 5 € a month for the privilege of having a bank account. If I want a monthly printout, I would have to pay 14€. But, for a 20€ fee, I can get a Viivi & Wagner motive on my bank card.
All this springs to mind, when the money I transferred to another bank account, needs 48 hours to get there.
So, here's a big FUCK YOU to you greedy fucks at Sampo. That account is history by tomorrow.
I was forced again to use my old Sampo account due to a payment cock-up.
Man, I remember why I stopped using it. Years of horrifically rude treatment from barely coherent bank clerks spring to mind. Smelly, cramped premises, no airconditioning in july, fifty people waiting and two people in the stalls. At least eight empty stalls. 30 minutes minimum to wait to be able to deposit money. The Itäkeskus office looking exactly like Hakaniemi welfare office.Quotes from CEO's saying "We don't really need those small potato savings accounts" One of the most expensive bank accounts to have. Paying SAMPO 5 € a month for the privilege of having a bank account. If I want a monthly printout, I would have to pay 14€. But, for a 20€ fee, I can get a Viivi & Wagner motive on my bank card.
All this springs to mind, when the money I transferred to another bank account, needs 48 hours to get there.
So, here's a big FUCK YOU to you greedy fucks at Sampo. That account is history by tomorrow.
17 November 2006
15 November 2006
Post-project decompression
Came back from Oslo monday, got instantly knocked out with the flu. It always happens after the completion of some really big project. Like completing a book, having an art exhibition, arranging for the band to come to Norway and playing a concert... in the space of two weeks.
So, now to salvage the untrusty old economy. With a flu. Sehr gut.
Came back from Oslo monday, got instantly knocked out with the flu. It always happens after the completion of some really big project. Like completing a book, having an art exhibition, arranging for the band to come to Norway and playing a concert... in the space of two weeks.
So, now to salvage the untrusty old economy. With a flu. Sehr gut.
13 November 2006
Spasi photo
My friend Carsten was present friday and did a fine job documenting the evening. Head on over to his Flickr-account to see more.
11 November 2006
04 November 2006
Oslo, sweet Oschlo...
Finally had some time to write.
I touched down monday afternoon. My bro met me at the airport and we got off into town. My dad was at the railway station and we took off to eat in a Ethiopian place. Hot tip: if Ethiopians are eating there, it's a good sign. The food was excellent. We parted ways full of african goodness.
Me n my bro found the gallery and the excellent Lars Paalgaard took my paintings in for safekeeping. My old friend from Kokkola/Oslo Art Academy Ivan "parliament bomber" Johansson was hanging out, great to see him again.
Tuesday, eight sharp at the gallery, armed with an industrial size container of coffee. I expected four hours of measuring, calculating, drilling and messing it up. Mr. Paalgaard saw to it that I was proven wrong. I turned my back to make even more coffee. When I turned back, Lars had put up the paintings. I owe you a drink, buddy.
Only mishap was him falling off a ladder. Thank heavens the ladder broke and the man didn't.
I finished a flash animation as a companion piece to the paintings and left for a nap.
The opening was wonderful. As a happy coincidence, Sound of Mu had double booked. By the time the vernissage was tapering off, an experimental duo started their set: Fascinating stuff. I have never caught myself wondering how a vibrator on top of a drum, with a steel cup with a pingpongball inside of it sounds like. But if I had, I would become a wiser and happier person. Not saying I'm currently stupid and unhappy, mind you.
The splendid mr Nærum blessed us with his presence, as did my dear editor Vindenes, fellow comic artists Johansen, Hartberg and Kjølberg. I do remember Jørgen, Odd and Henning gracing the surroundings too.
Personal highlight of the evening: The legendary Mr.Falk showed up with an advance copy of the book. After three months of work it was amazing to finally hold the thing and see it as a real object, not just an Indesign-file on my screen.
All in all, a great eve was had, I headed back to my brothers place and fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.
Wednesday morning was spent at a publisher, dealing with an unpaid bill. I would like to thank the editor for being so smart, flexible and above all, a real mensch. You saved my hide there, toveri. It was arranged so that I could leave the place with cash in hand. Excellent!
Coming back from one meeting, I got to see how ordinary life at a large publishing house usually is. The whole staff was hanging out, drinking champagne and chilling. Man...
Then off to Håvard Johansen in his studio. Even bumped into the ever-brilliant Øystein Runde. Me and Håvard went off for Grafill discussions and he made a splendid filéed chicken. The evenings piece dé resistance was catching This Sect at club Maiden club. These guys are getting better batter bitter butter. I have a feeling next fridays concert will be a nice one.
Thursday started off with a meeting at Grafill. Me n Håvard showed up with molotovcocktails, bricks and torches in hand. After a coupla hours we went out quite optimistic about the future. We celebrated with some vietnamese food. Again, if vietnamese people are eating there...
After a coffee with my thirteen-years-and-counting-partner-in-crime Freddy Holm, I got back to my bro's place and fell asleep around 22, like a little old granny.
Friday kicked off with me at a hotel six in the morning. I was trying to get the keys to the Grafill apartment. The clerk couldn't find them and he had already searched through three boxes and made two phonecalls. I was mentally preparing to nurse a coffee and reading the papers until nine, when Grafill offices opened. No fun if you have a deadline.
Then a short guy with designer glasses jumped in, smacked some keys on the desk, yelled 'Grafill!' and leapt out again. Apparently the tenant before me. Problem solved.
I got to the pad, unpacked my gear and started drawing. Deadline killed.
Then Mr. Ærlig popped by. We are planning some very very nice things once all the dust has settled around the Faktabook. Great things even.
Tor left and I was out of commission for the rest of the eve. The first bit of privacy and solitude in over a week. Brilliant! Junkfood and teevee rules!
Now I'm off to Tranby. Be back on sunday. Cheers!
Finally had some time to write.
I touched down monday afternoon. My bro met me at the airport and we got off into town. My dad was at the railway station and we took off to eat in a Ethiopian place. Hot tip: if Ethiopians are eating there, it's a good sign. The food was excellent. We parted ways full of african goodness.
Me n my bro found the gallery and the excellent Lars Paalgaard took my paintings in for safekeeping. My old friend from Kokkola/Oslo Art Academy Ivan "parliament bomber" Johansson was hanging out, great to see him again.
Tuesday, eight sharp at the gallery, armed with an industrial size container of coffee. I expected four hours of measuring, calculating, drilling and messing it up. Mr. Paalgaard saw to it that I was proven wrong. I turned my back to make even more coffee. When I turned back, Lars had put up the paintings. I owe you a drink, buddy.
Only mishap was him falling off a ladder. Thank heavens the ladder broke and the man didn't.
I finished a flash animation as a companion piece to the paintings and left for a nap.
The opening was wonderful. As a happy coincidence, Sound of Mu had double booked. By the time the vernissage was tapering off, an experimental duo started their set: Fascinating stuff. I have never caught myself wondering how a vibrator on top of a drum, with a steel cup with a pingpongball inside of it sounds like. But if I had, I would become a wiser and happier person. Not saying I'm currently stupid and unhappy, mind you.
The splendid mr Nærum blessed us with his presence, as did my dear editor Vindenes, fellow comic artists Johansen, Hartberg and Kjølberg. I do remember Jørgen, Odd and Henning gracing the surroundings too.
Personal highlight of the evening: The legendary Mr.Falk showed up with an advance copy of the book. After three months of work it was amazing to finally hold the thing and see it as a real object, not just an Indesign-file on my screen.
All in all, a great eve was had, I headed back to my brothers place and fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.
Wednesday morning was spent at a publisher, dealing with an unpaid bill. I would like to thank the editor for being so smart, flexible and above all, a real mensch. You saved my hide there, toveri. It was arranged so that I could leave the place with cash in hand. Excellent!
Coming back from one meeting, I got to see how ordinary life at a large publishing house usually is. The whole staff was hanging out, drinking champagne and chilling. Man...
Then off to Håvard Johansen in his studio. Even bumped into the ever-brilliant Øystein Runde. Me and Håvard went off for Grafill discussions and he made a splendid filéed chicken. The evenings piece dé resistance was catching This Sect at club Maiden club. These guys are getting better batter bitter butter. I have a feeling next fridays concert will be a nice one.
Thursday started off with a meeting at Grafill. Me n Håvard showed up with molotovcocktails, bricks and torches in hand. After a coupla hours we went out quite optimistic about the future. We celebrated with some vietnamese food. Again, if vietnamese people are eating there...
After a coffee with my thirteen-years-and-counting-partner-in-crime Freddy Holm, I got back to my bro's place and fell asleep around 22, like a little old granny.
Friday kicked off with me at a hotel six in the morning. I was trying to get the keys to the Grafill apartment. The clerk couldn't find them and he had already searched through three boxes and made two phonecalls. I was mentally preparing to nurse a coffee and reading the papers until nine, when Grafill offices opened. No fun if you have a deadline.
Then a short guy with designer glasses jumped in, smacked some keys on the desk, yelled 'Grafill!' and leapt out again. Apparently the tenant before me. Problem solved.
I got to the pad, unpacked my gear and started drawing. Deadline killed.
Then Mr. Ærlig popped by. We are planning some very very nice things once all the dust has settled around the Faktabook. Great things even.
Tor left and I was out of commission for the rest of the eve. The first bit of privacy and solitude in over a week. Brilliant! Junkfood and teevee rules!
Now I'm off to Tranby. Be back on sunday. Cheers!
23 October 2006
Variations
I dunno how many of you out there has read Raymon Quineau's "Variations", but a guy called Matt Madden has done a comic version of the same idea. Interesting. It could turn out pretty dry and academic, but really it's not.
Link
I dunno how many of you out there has read Raymon Quineau's "Variations", but a guy called Matt Madden has done a comic version of the same idea. Interesting. It could turn out pretty dry and academic, but really it's not.
Link
Gigs and exhibitions
I'm doing a solo acoustic set this friday (27th) at Club Dubrovnik, downstairs of Korona bar. It's gonna be a short set, consisting of covers. I need Nazca to play Nazca songs.
Next tuesday (31st) I will be exhibiting paintings at Sound of Mu gallery space in Grünerløkka, Oslo. Vernissage is at 1900 hours, if you are in the neighbourhood, it would be lovely to see you.
And for those of you in Oslo, be sure to drop in at Maiden bar tomorrow and root for This Sect
21 October 2006
The Post Office
Sadly not the Bukowski book. For the last two weeks, I have received no mail. Earlier this week I was contacted by people wanting to know my current adress, since they were getting their mail back, saying I have moved. I was utterly confounded and decided to call my post office.
There it became clear that my mailman thought I had moved. He apparently didn't think my girlfriend had moved. I think I know why.
From time to time, we receive letters to the former tenants. We then tape the letter to the door with a note saying the person has moved. So my mailman got a bit mixed up about that.
To sum up: We still receive letters to the former tenants while my mail get sent back. Yay.
So, if you have sent me anything the last couple of weeks, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE resend it and send the stamp-bill to:
Suomen Posti OY
(like the two places I was expecting answers about my grant-applications, f. ex...)
Bastards.
Sadly not the Bukowski book. For the last two weeks, I have received no mail. Earlier this week I was contacted by people wanting to know my current adress, since they were getting their mail back, saying I have moved. I was utterly confounded and decided to call my post office.
There it became clear that my mailman thought I had moved. He apparently didn't think my girlfriend had moved. I think I know why.
From time to time, we receive letters to the former tenants. We then tape the letter to the door with a note saying the person has moved. So my mailman got a bit mixed up about that.
To sum up: We still receive letters to the former tenants while my mail get sent back. Yay.
So, if you have sent me anything the last couple of weeks, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE resend it and send the stamp-bill to:
Suomen Posti OY
(like the two places I was expecting answers about my grant-applications, f. ex...)
Bastards.
18 October 2006
16 October 2006
Tusj story teaser
Just woke up from the first sleep I've had since saturday. Finished off a five page story for the new Tusj anthology which suddenly had to be finished. A pretty hardcore session, to say the least.
The story is a 1910-style pulp pastische with a norwegian scout song, a main character called Roger Hitler and some gore. I have often bemoaned the lack of violence in contemporary norwegian comix, but it's first here that I am able to contribute myself.
Here's a teaser from when things are heating up...
Just woke up from the first sleep I've had since saturday. Finished off a five page story for the new Tusj anthology which suddenly had to be finished. A pretty hardcore session, to say the least.
The story is a 1910-style pulp pastische with a norwegian scout song, a main character called Roger Hitler and some gore. I have often bemoaned the lack of violence in contemporary norwegian comix, but it's first here that I am able to contribute myself.
Here's a teaser from when things are heating up...
14 October 2006
11 October 2006
10 October 2006
Camera tossing
Art for the brave, the stupid, the rich, the ones with cheap cameras or the ones with good insurance.
Check out some of the results here
06 October 2006
Collective traffic fun
I guess we've all had that one. You turn a corner and you see your bus leaving.
Now, that's pretty aggravating. You stand there for ten minutes cursing and spreading damnations on all you see.
This one will top ANY late-for-the-bus-story you got...
ONE
This wednesday I left the office early, which means around seven in the eve.
I had just gotten out in the yard, when I see a bus leaving the bus stop at the other side of the fence. Fuuuck.
TWO
I go out the gate and go to check when the next bus leaves. The next bus leaves in three minutes? Huh?
I wait. Two minutes after the bus shoulda been there I realise it musta been my bus after all which was early. These things happen.
I start walking towards the tramstop. I turn a corner, halfway up the hill, I look behind me and see my bus swoosh past.
Piss shit fuck hell
THREE
I turn around and see my tram go towards the stop. I start running and get there just in time to touch the tram as it leaves.
FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCKFUCKFKKKK
FOUR
At this precise moment it starts raining.
I ain't got no umbrella.
Now I start laughing, this is too much.
Apparently I am supposed to walk to the metro. Well, it ain't raining too much.
I decide to turn negative into positive and do my evening shopping on the way. When i come out of the store it's really pissing down.
No way I can make it to the metro without getting soaked. I make a run for the nearest bus stop with a booth. The stop for the direct-home-bus is on the opposite corner, but there is no booth.
The one I'm waiting for will take me to the metro. I'm cold, I'm wet, I've just missed three different ways to get home. I'm standing and cursing for five minutes.
While standing there, I see my direct-home-bus stop at the other stop. No way I can make it over there. It's pissing down.
AAAACK TUBGIRLSHITHOSEGEORGEWBUSH
FIVE
Hey wait. It stopped raining. I run over to the bus-direct-home-bus stop to see when my next bus is leaving. Ten minutes. Fuck. I turn around. The bus which woulda taken me to the metro is just leaving.
At this point I finally give up. I decide to walk to the metro, take the metro, walk home, get under the blankets and pretend that collective transport does not exist.
I guess we've all had that one. You turn a corner and you see your bus leaving.
Now, that's pretty aggravating. You stand there for ten minutes cursing and spreading damnations on all you see.
This one will top ANY late-for-the-bus-story you got...
ONE
This wednesday I left the office early, which means around seven in the eve.
I had just gotten out in the yard, when I see a bus leaving the bus stop at the other side of the fence. Fuuuck.
TWO
I go out the gate and go to check when the next bus leaves. The next bus leaves in three minutes? Huh?
I wait. Two minutes after the bus shoulda been there I realise it musta been my bus after all which was early. These things happen.
I start walking towards the tramstop. I turn a corner, halfway up the hill, I look behind me and see my bus swoosh past.
Piss shit fuck hell
THREE
I turn around and see my tram go towards the stop. I start running and get there just in time to touch the tram as it leaves.
FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCKFUCKFKKKK
FOUR
At this precise moment it starts raining.
I ain't got no umbrella.
Now I start laughing, this is too much.
Apparently I am supposed to walk to the metro. Well, it ain't raining too much.
I decide to turn negative into positive and do my evening shopping on the way. When i come out of the store it's really pissing down.
No way I can make it to the metro without getting soaked. I make a run for the nearest bus stop with a booth. The stop for the direct-home-bus is on the opposite corner, but there is no booth.
The one I'm waiting for will take me to the metro. I'm cold, I'm wet, I've just missed three different ways to get home. I'm standing and cursing for five minutes.
While standing there, I see my direct-home-bus stop at the other stop. No way I can make it over there. It's pissing down.
AAAACK TUBGIRLSHITHOSEGEORGEWBUSH
FIVE
Hey wait. It stopped raining. I run over to the bus-direct-home-bus stop to see when my next bus is leaving. Ten minutes. Fuck. I turn around. The bus which woulda taken me to the metro is just leaving.
At this point I finally give up. I decide to walk to the metro, take the metro, walk home, get under the blankets and pretend that collective transport does not exist.
05 October 2006
03 October 2006
Faktabook
Just eagerly awaiting the proofs from Hungary now. If no trouble there, the presses will roll and sometime in the near future, the world will see a new Fakta fra Verden book.
Here's the cover.
So, what's in it?
Well, to start off, a foreword by none other than Jon Bing, law professor, norwegian sci-fi-pioneer and one of the few people you could actually stick the tired cliché 'living legend' on.
Then, to keep with the style of the series, follows 134 Facts from the World (the title amount is 125)
In the end, there is 12 guest facts from the cream of the crop of norwegian comix artists today.
Here's the list:
Knut Nærum
Tor Ærlig
Waldemar Hepstein
Roy Søbstad
Kim Holm
Håvard Holten
Sigbjørn Lilleeng
Lise Myhre
Øystein Runde
Knut Westad
Rune Borvik
Arild Midthun/Tormod Løkling
Torbjørn Lien
Release party is Friday the 10th of November at Spasibar. On stage: This Sect and Nazca.
Just eagerly awaiting the proofs from Hungary now. If no trouble there, the presses will roll and sometime in the near future, the world will see a new Fakta fra Verden book.
Here's the cover.
So, what's in it?
Well, to start off, a foreword by none other than Jon Bing, law professor, norwegian sci-fi-pioneer and one of the few people you could actually stick the tired cliché 'living legend' on.
Then, to keep with the style of the series, follows 134 Facts from the World (the title amount is 125)
In the end, there is 12 guest facts from the cream of the crop of norwegian comix artists today.
Here's the list:
Knut Nærum
Tor Ærlig
Waldemar Hepstein
Roy Søbstad
Kim Holm
Håvard Holten
Sigbjørn Lilleeng
Lise Myhre
Øystein Runde
Knut Westad
Rune Borvik
Arild Midthun/Tormod Løkling
Torbjørn Lien
Release party is Friday the 10th of November at Spasibar. On stage: This Sect and Nazca.
28 September 2006
Hans Holbein
When I was a kid, we had a book with his paintings. I cut out his portrait of Thomas More and hid it, like treasure. If I would do the same today I woulda been a goddamn loonie.
Read the Guardian's article here
Check out the paintings here
26 September 2006
Pics
My friend Mika Meskanen sent me a picture he took from the office tupari I had last month. For you non-finns, tupari is like a housewarming party. For the record, we had a fantastic time.
This one I got from my friend Vesa Kataisto, which I'm seen talking to in the previous pic. It's from the comix fest. Fun was had by all. Yes, REAL FUN by ALL.
My friend Mika Meskanen sent me a picture he took from the office tupari I had last month. For you non-finns, tupari is like a housewarming party. For the record, we had a fantastic time.
This one I got from my friend Vesa Kataisto, which I'm seen talking to in the previous pic. It's from the comix fest. Fun was had by all. Yes, REAL FUN by ALL.
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