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Selfie of me and by me...

Actually the end years of my first Vienna period was seen mostly through beer-goggles that I illustrate here in this drunk selfie...

I felt trapped and had to force me to go through every day by consuming large amount of alcohol...

I felt bad about painting and the pressure put on me and every day I had to do the usual family choirs like cleaning, shopping and so on... I felt trapped and didn´t really enjoy anything...

after stressing to get all the household choirs done, I sometimes Had a few hours to paint, I often solved this by drinking, I forced my self in to my small cramped studio and forced my self to paint...

...I was making so much damage to my self and to be honest no one is a good artist in a drunk state, not as good
as when not intoxicated...

...a big difference is that when you get memory laps every time you paint drunk, you won´t improve since you never remember and new techniques or tricks you stumble up on in the process, that and mental stress made me fall deeper and deeper down a drunken whirlpool of chaos...

...Of cause I had some weeks where my family members where away on vacation, then I could focus more on creating and trying to do the amassed family choirs later when they came home, which often failed terribly, resulting in them finding me in a drunk heap on the floor among cleaning tools...

so anyhow this is a picture of that time, the years In Vienna with constant beer-goggles and stress!

my guess is that the image is taken in 2011 or 2012???

Peace and Noise!

/ Mushroombrain a fan of Ottakringe (the tastiest beer) (but please drink it in moderate amount!)

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Café Frequenters Episode: 259
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(Malmö, Sweden 2007)

Hello Freja, my lovely friend here is UFO-Johnny writing to reality!

How are you doing in Anderstorp? we miss you so Here in the urbanized city. I hope you are having fun switching diapers. I'm still in prison known as Malmö, hanging out at my favorite café. You know the one, with the cozy sofas where buns and his female counterpart used to snog and the one where we used to spend hours talking and laughing and doodling on napkins and free postcards and fliers!

Well, yesterday something very strange happened. I was sitting at my usual spot (on my bottom), sipping my dark brown without sugar and sketching some ideas for how to circumvent reality and all else! yeah Doodeling what is on my precious nutty mind.
Then I noticed a man sitting at the table further away. He was wearing a black suit and name-tag, and he had a briefcase on the floor. He looked like an 80´s finance puppy and probably thought he was important.

He was talkingin to plain air, but not in a normal way, like I do all the time!

He was speaking in a very loud and fast voice, and he was using words that I didn't understand. Words like "Refractatory", "combatants", "Eastern Woodpeckers", "Sacrificial double-pawns", "Bear-mass", "acquisitions", and so on. He sounded very angry and stressed. He kept saying things like "Make search on following items, Agent Gropert, The S.A. infiltrators and Code: Early morning", "this is a disaster!", "we need to act now!", and so on, often ending with a commando-word like Save, Redirect, file or search!

I was curious about what he was talking about, so I tried drop public Eaves more without looking like I cared a toss. then He suddenly stopped talking and looked at me. He stared at me with a very intense and obsessed look. He pointed his finger at me and said: "You! You are the one! You have the answer! You know what to do, but still. you don´t!"

I was felt very uncomfortable fearing he was a nutter from Saint Lars and feared a bit for my pointless life...

I played along to save my life by mumbling positive replies...

Now had started to eye my doodling, he rose up and levitated his head above the paper, I could smell him, he smelled out of faint sweat and molded magazines...

He asked me to browse through my papers so he could photograph them, but he did not pull out a camera but instead looked at the sheets one by one as he winked his eyes, like the camera was in his eyes...

Now I was scared stiff and would probably run out of the café if not he did...

...which he did, while screaming, yes now I have it, the final weapon to defeat my nasty adversary, then he vanished and Arzlan who had be sitting close rushed over and said: what was that???

So Hey Freya don´t tell me that you don´t ever miss the Urbanized regions? it is here all the action is, He, He...

Ok nowMaud and Inez has arrived now I am gonna be social and tell them the story...

Take care dear old next-bencher at the drama lessons...
Loads of urban Love!

/ Johnny part of the urban action!
P.S! tomorrow is Oakbaums birthday)

Description
Selfie of me and by me...

Actually the end years of my first Vienna period was seen mostly through beer-goggles that I illustrate here in this drunk selfie...

I felt trapped and had to force me to go through every day by consuming large amount of alcohol...

I felt bad about painting and the pressure put on me and every day I had to do the usual family choirs like cleaning, shopping and so on... I felt trapped and didn´t really enjoy anything...

after stressing to get all the household choirs done, I sometimes Had a few hours to paint, I often solved this by drinking, I forced my self in to my small cramped studio and forced my self to paint...

...I was making so much damage to my self and to be honest no one is a good artist in a drunk state, not as good
as when not intoxicated...

...a big difference is that when you get memory laps every time you paint drunk, you won´t improve since you never remember and new techniques or tricks you stumble up on in the process, that and mental stress made me fall deeper and deeper down a drunken whirlpool of chaos...

...Of cause I had some weeks where my family members where away on vacation, then I could focus more on creating and trying to do the amassed family choirs later when they came home, which often failed terribly, resulting in them finding me in a drunk heap on the floor among cleaning tools...

so anyhow this is a picture of that time, the years In Vienna with constant beer-goggles and stress!

my guess is that the image is taken in 2011 or 2012???

Peace and Noise!

/ Mushroombrain a fan of Ottakringe (the tastiest beer) (but please drink it in moderate amount!)

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Café Frequenters Episode: 259
--------------------------------------------

(Malmö, Sweden 2007)

Hello Freja, my lovely friend here is UFO-Johnny writing to reality!

How are you doing in Anderstorp? we miss you so Here in the urbanized city. I hope you are having fun switching diapers. I'm still in prison known as Malmö, hanging out at my favorite café. You know the one, with the cozy sofas where buns and his female counterpart used to snog and the one where we used to spend hours talking and laughing and doodling on napkins and free postcards and fliers!

Well, yesterday something very strange happened. I was sitting at my usual spot (on my bottom), sipping my dark brown without sugar and sketching some ideas for how to circumvent reality and all else! yeah Doodeling what is on my precious nutty mind.
Then I noticed a man sitting at the table further away. He was wearing a black suit and name-tag, and he had a briefcase on the floor. He looked like an 80´s finance puppy and probably thought he was important.

He was talkingin to plain air, but not in a normal way, like I do all the time!

He was speaking in a very loud and fast voice, and he was using words that I didn't understand. Words like "Refractatory", "combatants", "Eastern Woodpeckers", "Sacrificial double-pawns", "Bear-mass", "acquisitions", and so on. He sounded very angry and stressed. He kept saying things like "Make search on following items, Agent Gropert, The S.A. infiltrators and Code: Early morning", "this is a disaster!", "we need to act now!", and so on, often ending with a commando-word like Save, Redirect, file or search!

I was curious about what he was talking about, so I tried drop public Eaves more without looking like I cared a toss. then He suddenly stopped talking and looked at me. He stared at me with a very intense and obsessed look. He pointed his finger at me and said: "You! You are the one! You have the answer! You know what to do, but still. you don´t!"

I was felt very uncomfortable fearing he was a nutter from Saint Lars and feared a bit for my pointless life...

I played along to save my life by mumbling positive replies...

Now had started to eye my doodling, he rose up and levitated his head above the paper, I could smell him, he smelled out of faint sweat and molded magazines...

He asked me to browse through my papers so he could photograph them, but he did not pull out a camera but instead looked at the sheets one by one as he winked his eyes, like the camera was in his eyes...

Now I was scared stiff and would probably run out of the café if not he did...

...which he did, while screaming, yes now I have it, the final weapon to defeat my nasty adversary, then he vanished and Arzlan who had be sitting close rushed over and said: what was that???

So Hey Freya don´t tell me that you don´t ever miss the Urbanized regions? it is here all the action is, He, He...

Ok nowMaud and Inez has arrived now I am gonna be social and tell them the story...

Take care dear old next-bencher at the drama lessons...
Loads of urban Love!

/ Johnny part of the urban action!
P.S! tomorrow is Oakbaums birthday)