Daily Diary

14.05.2026 Linköping, Studio. 10 C°, sun with clouds and rain every now an then. Way to cold if you ask me..

Watercolor artist, painted in Watercolor, 3x3cm, 2026

So, daily writing. Let's go. I am sitting on my sofa in the big room of my wonderful studio, and I am contemplating whether I am disappointed that nobody read yesterday's blog. Or should I be happy about it? What I am happy about is the feeling I had after yesterday's writing. I feel like I am getting back to my old practices. Writing more. Being more in my head. Which feels like more creative thoughts and energy. Hopefully, I will soon start recording little videos again. And maybe even artsy poem recordings...

I painted a tiny portrait yesterday. It was a spontaneous idea. A friend who comes to my life drawing classes posted a new profile picture. I did it in watercolor and tried to paint it in his style. Not sure whether he recognized that. Not even sure whether I succeeded. He liked it (as much as I can tell). In February, he gave me a portrait of myself as a birthday present, which now hangs over the very couch I am sitting on right now.

The process of painting this 3x3cm small portrait was interesting. 5 years ago, I did a series of tiny portraits in ink, and I was wondering whether I should do this one in ink as well. Back then, I did it without an under drawing. And it worked out most of the time very well (because I was layering carfully until I found the actual forms). But then I thought that the portraited person would like watercolor better. He loves watercolor. He is all about watercolor. And because I am not so super experienced with watercolor, I thought that a pencil sketch was definitely necessary. The funny part was actually that I had to paint with my nose very close to the drawing board. Because right now I don't have glasses which allow me to see tiny stuff from a distance. Old age. Haha. That must have looked funny. And I for sure got a cramp in my neck. But hey, the portrait worked out well. I like it a lot and think about doing other miniature portraits as well. We will see. Tiny seems to be my new (old) thing.

It is already evening (on a public holiday). There was not much happening today. My feet still hurt. From standing around in the kitchen making pancakes (reminds me always of you, exciting human who loves pancakes) , cleaning the bathroom, doing a bit of laundry. After all these chores (ok, making pancakes is actually a pleasure), we (my K. and I) went to a café for some thinking, writing, and drawing. Nice and pleasant time. Not too much thinking, but at least writing got done. I feel best when I write "morning pages". Meaning: I empty out my brain with writing on 3 pages. I love what it does to my focus and also how it impacts my worries and happiness. As I said, writing is important for me. Doing this morning practice for many years allows me to very seldom feel that I don't find a start to write. And structure, yeah, structure can come later. Here I write what I think. So sorry, no structure.

I remember when I was doing my 100 days of v-loging (daily diarying into a camera), someone said that he liked my videos, BUT it would be a lot better (for him) and shorter if I would structure them ahead of recording them. So sorry (in case you are reading), I am just writing without thinking - or let's say structuring. Don't you see the deliciousness in not being prepared? In just allowing the flow? (Now I think about you again, OS. With you, I shared so many thoughts on art. There were even times when we were thinking about a book. Ja, I know, we were actually working on it. Our complicated situationship (I like that word, even though it was different for me) just made everything too complicated. Mainly for you. I like complicated.

I hope that the weather forecast is right, and from next Tuesday on it will be warmer. I just told K. that 3 years ago in May, I was wearing flip-flops (and yes, that was also in Linköping, not always cold in Sweden).

Today, I am missing community. A group of people with their own ideas, their own vision of life. People who like to read and think and paint and play and make music. Critical people who talk about politics. People who enjoy company. A group of people which is not just consisting out of introverts. It's difficult here for a girl from Cologne. I am still hoping that at some point I will have this inspiring community. But I am not sure whether I have to move for this. Where do I find what I am looking for? Everyone is so occupied. (Self-censoring. Again. Whatever.)

Maybe I finish the evening by looking for artist communities. Or associations that like to draw the nude body. I miss meeting all kinds of creative, crazy, interesting people (Who also let others know about their thoughts and creations, that is). I have to complain again about the introversion of people here in Sweden. It just makes me feel lonely.)

It's not like I don't know anyone. It's not like I don't meet anyone. But the interest of people lies somewhere else. Family, work, and things society tells them are important. I want some unapologetic artsy humans around me. And yes, also extroverts. People who are more interesting than me. To me, at least. And how much I miss flirting. That just does not happen here. Or does it?

I just started putting away all the money I earn from selling my art in a special account with a special title: Florence. What an outlook.

So in case you are bored: Buy my art. :-)

See you tomorrow,

Siri