These images was taken for the same project as the last ones but this isnt the basement. Instead this is an engine shed that is situated close to my former home up in Kiruna
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Emptiness Session II
These images was taken for the same project as the last ones but this isnt the basement. Instead this is an engine shed that is situated close to my former home up in Kiruna
Emptiness Session I
This is photos i took for a project at high school one year ago. All here are taken in the basement of the high school.
Metaltown 2011 session
Here is pics from my visit to Metaltown 2011. These pics are showing the backlights at the concert Arch Enemy had. But the band pics are too bad to be uploaded in my opinion.
The AIrport of Horror
It's been a long abscence from this site but i mostly post my stuff on my deviantart profile silentartists.deviantart.com nowadays because i think its easier to post there. Anyways here is a new story that its based on a dream i had as a kid. The Second Part of my space dream is still in making and it will probably be at least three parts of it. So hold on!
The Airport of Horror
Everybody was gathered in the assembly room, all eyes were fixed on the television on the trolley. The tough guys of the class were sitting on the sofa which was in reality meant for three people. Now it was occupied by eight obese boys with baseball caps. Lisa and her friends sat in the other sofa that was slightly larger. The rest of the school class sat on the cold floor, but the cold the floor gave did not concern them in the least. The television showed pictures of an airport which suddenly flared and caught fire.
"You surely remember these pictures; the airport that inexplicably burned up. The mystery remains to this day. The rumor that the owner was the arsonist still circulates widely ..." said a voiceover from the scratchy speakers. Now the airport returned back and the narration continued. "... But now we have rebuilt the airport! Exactly as it looked just before the fire. Come visit the new and exciting Pyre Airport!" bellowed the narrator excited. After he finished talking, it flew up fireworks from the back of the airport, which rattled and exploded in many colors. Credits began to roll and a click was heard, a moment later it flickered and the lights were lit. Britt came into the room wearing her usual shirt and knitted wool dress. She went up to the TV set and pushed the mute button. An electronic tweak was heard and Britt started talking.
"Well? What do you say, you want to go to this?" She said happily and looked at the children's eyes that sparkled. All the children gave away a very exuberant "Yeah!" in chorus. Unusually fast, all the kids dressed and after a short wait outside the school a chartered bus came up. The bus was the dominantly red and had yellow stripes along the sides. On the page it was written in golden letters "Hörvalls Buses". The doors opened with a sharp hissing, and up popped a staircase with several steps behind the front door. As usual, Tobbe and Karl tried access it at first, but Britt's voice calmed them down to such an extent that everyone went in calmly.
The bus driver was none other than Johnny Usher. Now that when he was the driver he had taken off his denim jacket and assumed a black windbreaker with a "Hörvalls Buses" - logo on the left breast pocket. The Cap with the text MTAB had he however retained. Johnny was as always in a good mood and said hello to everyone, pupils and teachers alike. Bastian had difficulties getting up the steep stairs, but Eva and Johnny helped him. After he emerged, he sat almost at the back next to Johan. The baseball cap adorned boy smiled gently when he saw that he had been joined. Behind them sat Karl and his companions and discussed loudly the igloos they had built on the schoolyard. The girls sat further down the bus and discussed the games they would play. At the front sat the two teachers Britt and Eva and chatted with Johnny. Bus trip lasted a good while and it was well into the afternoon when one of the girls cried out that she saw the airport.
"There, there it is!" She cried, excited, pointing through the window. Sure enough, there lay the purple building the children had seen on the videotape. Above the rest of the building towered a copy of the control tower up. The large windows on the tower looked like a pair of compound eyes checking out their prey. From nowhere appeared a short road snippet that led to the airport. Johnny was not puzzled by the sudden appearance, but turned onto the road as it had always been there. When the bus stopped outside the main gates the most rushed out immediately, but Johan and Bastian was left on the bus for a while. When even Johnny jumped off the bus the two boys went out.
"I want us to meet here at 8 o'clock sharp!" Shouted Britt over the child crowd and then added that they could to do what they wanted until then. A moment later, all the children was gone and the driver as well. The adventure could begin!
After a few hours had passed Tobbe and Eric sat in one of the bars at the airport. They had their own milkshakes in hand and discussed. Eric looked very thoughtful and Tobbe seemed to be less worrisome.
"I think there is something mysterious about this place ..." said Eric quietly. Tobbe took a sip of his milkshake and looked at Eric.
"Why do you think that?" He said anxiously. His companion shook his head in concern.
"I do not really know ... This place seems just too good. The drinks are free of charge and all staff is behaving very strangely.
"Yes, that's true. I have not thought so much of it himself. But you're right!" Said Tobbe in an equally troubling manner that Eric had spoken earlier.
Bastian was in a large room with lots of mysterious figures. Some seemed to dance and others seemed more to spin around on the floor. Many of the characters were far from human, but they did not see Bastian as a stranger. None of them emitted, however, a sound while they performed their mysterious movements. Bastian's classmates had he not seen a trace of after leaving the bus. One of the creatures began to slither towards Bastian and expressed almost human syllables. Then it dawned on Bastian; the creature cried "Help!" backwards! The creature itself was a broad flattened man's face with hand-like outgrowths on opposite sides of the head. Behind this facade appeared a rear body similar to a lobster. Bastian was horrified when he saw it slowly pulled towards him. Suddenly the whole floor began to spin in an uncontrollably high speed. Everything in the room was drawn into the spin and the creature who cried for help went out of sight. Other creatures moaned in pain while the floor was spinning. In the corners of the room fireplaces appeared out of nowhere, the fireplaces served as powerful vacuum cleaner and sucked the creatures. One of the fireplaces got hold of Bastian and he fell down a hole in the floor just below the fireplace.
After a brief fall, he landed in something green and paper like. When the boy recovered after the fall, he began to study his surroundings. The green he got into turned out to be one hundred dollar bills in millions and once more millions of copies. The entire vault, he landed in was full of banknotes. Then it rustled behind him and another person had fallen into the cash pile. Bastian went to see if it was perhaps a classmate or even Britt. It was not a classmate. And it was not Britt. Although it was a human male who fell. When Bastian came close enough, he saw that it was a corpulent middle-aged man with a big walrus mustache. Immediately he recognized the face.
"Pat Hingle what are you doing here?" Said he confused. The man turned his face towards him. The gaze that met Bastian was very glassy, but Pat replied as best he could.
"I-I do not know it, my boy. To be honest I do not even know where I am. I also get a nasty feeling of this vault ..." Before he Bastian ask what he meant the rustling began anew. Now nothing fell down, instead a menacing shadow was painted upon the wall further down in the vault. Just where the vault took a swing to the right. Immediately Bastian and Pat tried run away from the shadow. Their speed, however, was hindered by the huge cash pile, but soon it was full speed in their legs. The owner of the shadow growled and started running himself into the pile of money. After a while they had entered a dark tunnel without any apparent end, but the creature behind became quieter and quieter. Much later, it seemed an end in sight and Bastian only increased the pace. Quickly, quickly, he wanted away from the monster Indeed, it was an exit and the boy jumped out into freedom. Then he noticed that he jumped straight into a snowdrift. He quickly began to freeze, and then he turned suddenly on the cave he fled through. No trace of either Pat or monster they encountered was in sight.
"There you are!" Shouted someone in the vicinity. Bastian did not at first recognize the voice, but when it cried again it became familiar.
"Come soon, we got to get out of here," cried the voice again, which belonged to Britt. The boy ran up to Britt and took her hand and then both started to run as quickly as possible in the snow.
"What happened to the others?" Bastian asked anxiously. Britt shook her head and said that she did not know. Behind them explosions was heard and then culminated with a huge explosion. The whole airport had exploded and left was a sea of fire with lots of flaming rubble. In the middle of the fire was a sinister smile, but it did not see Britt and Bastian, as they were struggling to escape. The rest of the class' fate would surely be uncertain for all time. The actual airport fate would also be hidden by the haze of age. All of this did not the survivors consider when they left the airport, running in the snow...
"You surely remember these pictures; the airport that inexplicably burned up. The mystery remains to this day. The rumor that the owner was the arsonist still circulates widely ..." said a voiceover from the scratchy speakers. Now the airport returned back and the narration continued. "... But now we have rebuilt the airport! Exactly as it looked just before the fire. Come visit the new and exciting Pyre Airport!" bellowed the narrator excited. After he finished talking, it flew up fireworks from the back of the airport, which rattled and exploded in many colors. Credits began to roll and a click was heard, a moment later it flickered and the lights were lit. Britt came into the room wearing her usual shirt and knitted wool dress. She went up to the TV set and pushed the mute button. An electronic tweak was heard and Britt started talking.
"Well? What do you say, you want to go to this?" She said happily and looked at the children's eyes that sparkled. All the children gave away a very exuberant "Yeah!" in chorus. Unusually fast, all the kids dressed and after a short wait outside the school a chartered bus came up. The bus was the dominantly red and had yellow stripes along the sides. On the page it was written in golden letters "Hörvalls Buses". The doors opened with a sharp hissing, and up popped a staircase with several steps behind the front door. As usual, Tobbe and Karl tried access it at first, but Britt's voice calmed them down to such an extent that everyone went in calmly.
The bus driver was none other than Johnny Usher. Now that when he was the driver he had taken off his denim jacket and assumed a black windbreaker with a "Hörvalls Buses" - logo on the left breast pocket. The Cap with the text MTAB had he however retained. Johnny was as always in a good mood and said hello to everyone, pupils and teachers alike. Bastian had difficulties getting up the steep stairs, but Eva and Johnny helped him. After he emerged, he sat almost at the back next to Johan. The baseball cap adorned boy smiled gently when he saw that he had been joined. Behind them sat Karl and his companions and discussed loudly the igloos they had built on the schoolyard. The girls sat further down the bus and discussed the games they would play. At the front sat the two teachers Britt and Eva and chatted with Johnny. Bus trip lasted a good while and it was well into the afternoon when one of the girls cried out that she saw the airport.
"There, there it is!" She cried, excited, pointing through the window. Sure enough, there lay the purple building the children had seen on the videotape. Above the rest of the building towered a copy of the control tower up. The large windows on the tower looked like a pair of compound eyes checking out their prey. From nowhere appeared a short road snippet that led to the airport. Johnny was not puzzled by the sudden appearance, but turned onto the road as it had always been there. When the bus stopped outside the main gates the most rushed out immediately, but Johan and Bastian was left on the bus for a while. When even Johnny jumped off the bus the two boys went out.
"I want us to meet here at 8 o'clock sharp!" Shouted Britt over the child crowd and then added that they could to do what they wanted until then. A moment later, all the children was gone and the driver as well. The adventure could begin!
After a few hours had passed Tobbe and Eric sat in one of the bars at the airport. They had their own milkshakes in hand and discussed. Eric looked very thoughtful and Tobbe seemed to be less worrisome.
"I think there is something mysterious about this place ..." said Eric quietly. Tobbe took a sip of his milkshake and looked at Eric.
"Why do you think that?" He said anxiously. His companion shook his head in concern.
"I do not really know ... This place seems just too good. The drinks are free of charge and all staff is behaving very strangely.
"Yes, that's true. I have not thought so much of it himself. But you're right!" Said Tobbe in an equally troubling manner that Eric had spoken earlier.
Bastian was in a large room with lots of mysterious figures. Some seemed to dance and others seemed more to spin around on the floor. Many of the characters were far from human, but they did not see Bastian as a stranger. None of them emitted, however, a sound while they performed their mysterious movements. Bastian's classmates had he not seen a trace of after leaving the bus. One of the creatures began to slither towards Bastian and expressed almost human syllables. Then it dawned on Bastian; the creature cried "Help!" backwards! The creature itself was a broad flattened man's face with hand-like outgrowths on opposite sides of the head. Behind this facade appeared a rear body similar to a lobster. Bastian was horrified when he saw it slowly pulled towards him. Suddenly the whole floor began to spin in an uncontrollably high speed. Everything in the room was drawn into the spin and the creature who cried for help went out of sight. Other creatures moaned in pain while the floor was spinning. In the corners of the room fireplaces appeared out of nowhere, the fireplaces served as powerful vacuum cleaner and sucked the creatures. One of the fireplaces got hold of Bastian and he fell down a hole in the floor just below the fireplace.
After a brief fall, he landed in something green and paper like. When the boy recovered after the fall, he began to study his surroundings. The green he got into turned out to be one hundred dollar bills in millions and once more millions of copies. The entire vault, he landed in was full of banknotes. Then it rustled behind him and another person had fallen into the cash pile. Bastian went to see if it was perhaps a classmate or even Britt. It was not a classmate. And it was not Britt. Although it was a human male who fell. When Bastian came close enough, he saw that it was a corpulent middle-aged man with a big walrus mustache. Immediately he recognized the face.
"Pat Hingle what are you doing here?" Said he confused. The man turned his face towards him. The gaze that met Bastian was very glassy, but Pat replied as best he could.
"I-I do not know it, my boy. To be honest I do not even know where I am. I also get a nasty feeling of this vault ..." Before he Bastian ask what he meant the rustling began anew. Now nothing fell down, instead a menacing shadow was painted upon the wall further down in the vault. Just where the vault took a swing to the right. Immediately Bastian and Pat tried run away from the shadow. Their speed, however, was hindered by the huge cash pile, but soon it was full speed in their legs. The owner of the shadow growled and started running himself into the pile of money. After a while they had entered a dark tunnel without any apparent end, but the creature behind became quieter and quieter. Much later, it seemed an end in sight and Bastian only increased the pace. Quickly, quickly, he wanted away from the monster Indeed, it was an exit and the boy jumped out into freedom. Then he noticed that he jumped straight into a snowdrift. He quickly began to freeze, and then he turned suddenly on the cave he fled through. No trace of either Pat or monster they encountered was in sight.
"There you are!" Shouted someone in the vicinity. Bastian did not at first recognize the voice, but when it cried again it became familiar.
"Come soon, we got to get out of here," cried the voice again, which belonged to Britt. The boy ran up to Britt and took her hand and then both started to run as quickly as possible in the snow.
"What happened to the others?" Bastian asked anxiously. Britt shook her head and said that she did not know. Behind them explosions was heard and then culminated with a huge explosion. The whole airport had exploded and left was a sea of fire with lots of flaming rubble. In the middle of the fire was a sinister smile, but it did not see Britt and Bastian, as they were struggling to escape. The rest of the class' fate would surely be uncertain for all time. The actual airport fate would also be hidden by the haze of age. All of this did not the survivors consider when they left the airport, running in the snow...
Thursday, 17 September 2009
A Most Peculiar Wind
This is a poem for my girlfriend and this time it is not a pic by myself. Hope somebody else will find this one good also but i am qutie satisfied.
You were out in the dark
Without lantern nor guide
Suddenly a light was there not afar
A wind blew up behind onto the light
Curiously you rode the wind not reluctant
As you rode the wind whispered in your ear
“Follow me, follow me”
Another light ignited when the first got near
The wind brought you the smell of sea
In the dawn you came to sea
Landed on a gilded ship
Your wind blew in the sails
The wind had captured you on its ship
A ship that voyaged on the sea of love
Unto the abode of the wind
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
The River
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Steps of the figure draws down
Down to the river
A river so powerful
Even hate dies
Since dawn of time
The river has cleansed
Dirt away from knowing
Figure stares down
Down to the waterrush
Elderly as he is
Legs do not bear
He falls and washes away
Far far away
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Even by daylight
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Even by daylight
This forest is brooded with evil and darkness
Even by daylight
Creatures of the void beyond lurks around
Even by daylight
Long forlorn echoes from the past still echoes
Even by daylight
Cold winds of the wintertime still chills
Even by daylight
Monday, 3 August 2009
Spectres of the dead
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Behind every tree and every rock
Spectres of the dead await
Utters a call to be buried down, down
Not left to rot on the surface
Lest to be ravens prey
Six feet is enough so get your effort
And dig down our bodies
With your bare hands
We beg you let us rest
Alone and to be not defiled
Aid they get and doth finally find peace
Thursday, 30 July 2009
Darkness of the Well
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Alone the steps of the man echoes in forest
Daren't look behind he strode onward
Shelter or refuge may be found
Deep in the forest
There, far away a well
Maybe it give shelter to
A soul distraught as mine
Slowly the well aproaches
Climbing down he sees
A darkness invaluble
His grip looses and he falls
Into the Darkness
Embrace of the forest
As we walked 'long the path
The forest came to talk
With a voice so serene yet majestic
"We share ye heart and soul
just you submit unto the oak"
Then it came to us
The woods has been willing
To embrace us, though we denied it
Therefore, we have never been accepted by it
So why this another chance?
Before further thinking our feet paced away
Never to return
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