I made this lil’ comic VÆRNEMAGER (COLLABORATIONIST) for the comics anthology Knivsæg (Edge Of The Knife) early spring 2015. At the time I felt my contribution was underwhelming compared to everyone else’s, but looking at it today I kind of like it – and so I thought you might wanted to read it too.
A long long time ago I used to read this blog. At a time when blogs went from exciting new stuff to boring repetition (yes, I know, look who’s talking) it was different. And it was good. It was supposedly about having a concussion, but it read more like a story about being alienated, losing all plans, love and confusion. Mostly it was about love, and best of all – it was hilarious. I loved it.
It became my go-to argument when debating whether a blog could be literature or not, because it worked every time. People ended up agreeing, how could they not? This indeed was literature and it was amazing.
I heard that people in fancy literature circles were getting together to send the author a ton of presents one Christmas, though most of them didn’t even know her. At first it made me jealous – imagine being fancy enough to just send people things! Then I realized how incredibly lazy I was just thinking all of these things and never sharing my thoughts with the one who actually deserved to know.
So I wrote her a Christmas card and mailed it. The next day, just about the time when my card must have reached her, I received a card from her. The words in the cards were almost the same – we were sending each other fan mail simultaneously!
Of course we had to become friends. And of course the blog had to become a book. And yes, I do want you to read it. Not (just) because she is my friend, but because the book is amazing. I have never had a concussion, but stress and depression certainly has changed my life – it still is and I hate it, and that’s why I need this book. It’s more Erland Loe than self help or “tales from a very sad illness”. It’s relatable and also it’s just a great read.
Warning: The last few pages in the book are so moving. I read them only when I feel very robust, and then I still can’t read them without crying. They are so full of hope and love, and really that can be hard to find when you need it the most.
Also: Besides from buying the book, you should send at least one Christmas card this year.
I kept thinking “I WILL draw the last few days as well”, but somehow busy always ends up being the theme of my life, so here are a few pictures of the last day off with Henriette and a bunch of huge trees.
Boulder Creek – so authentic. Here people still greet you with a nod and the hand on their cowboy hat. I use the word “still” without having the faintest idea about how people in this place used to greet each other.
Me and a giant redwood tree. Not one of the fancy ones behind a fence, but still dang pretty.
Are huge trees old? Yes, huge trees are old.
It’s impossible to give a feeling of how tall they actually are, but notice the cars in front of them for comparison.
This crotch-in-your-face-lady-tree is called Mother of the forest.
What do you need the most when you are walking around redwoods in awe of nature? The answer is cheap merchandise. They get this in California.
Nature with mountains always wins.
I chose to get a fancy cat when I moved to Copenhagen. Why? Because my apartment is the size of a shoe box, and a house cat would sink into depression while dreaming of mice and running free.
Coffee the Cat seems happy in the tiny space, as long as I spend a lot of time with him – and it has become clear that this breed of cat is just… something else.
He is not remotely interested in tasting fish or chicken. But salads! Oh salads. He once broke into the bin to steal salad.
Cats are known to be graceful and have great balance – not this one.
But he is very classic cat-like in his way of handling little accidents.
Ragdolls are known for their love of playing fetch. Coffee will only do this with pipe cleaners. Pipe Cleaners also double as comfort cuddly toy at night when he is spending the night at the cat sitter’s.
His massive chest hair makes him indifferent to wearing bowties. Putting it on him is a different matter…
When he tries to escape me he hides on my shoulder. My little Baby Einstein.
He LOVES a good bra!
He discriminates people. Cecilie gets to hug him for the longest, Johan gets to comb him for the longest, Johan’s sister gets to cut his nails, Zenia gets to teach him tricks.
He is growing fast. There is six month between these two photos.
He is very attached to his human. Reacting to my waking each morning with christmas-like joy. If I go to the bathroom while he is sleeping, he will wake up and RUN out there as if I was boarding an expedition for the moon and forgot about the pilot.
He seems scared of heights but he LOVES hiding under fabric. Hide and seek is his second favorite game (he is very bad at this gamle – he is always hiding behind the shower curtain and purring loud enough for even blind people to find him).
He talks and yells a lot. He yells because this window does not open (the door right next to it is always open). When he thinks I will leave him for good I can hear him throughout the building.
Other than that, I think he is like most other cats… Great company and sometimes a little douchebag. Just, you know, purfect.
This is me when my computer died earlier this summer. The days with telling the IT-department “do something, please good sir” seemed very very far away and oh so rose colored.
I spent my summer dreaming about work while swearing over everything computer.
…or The Story Of How To Survive Your First Tattoo.
Thank you Johan. Thank you Vintage Porn. Thank you awesome awesome tattoo artist. This is the best my leg have ever looked!
So, I met this dude at a reception. We talked about very profound things and I completely forgot to ask him about, well, anything really.
Right after he left, our common friend told me that he is famed rock photographer Jørgen Angel. Not only did I miss out on great stories about his life but also asking about his old friend, rock cartoonist Peder Bundgaard that I am doing a portrait about.
Luckily our friend agreed to give me Jørgen’s contact information so that I could invite myself over.
Jørgen lives next to a very subtle display of some of his work.
Luckily I have not forgotten my journalistic training and how to open strong.
This is when you know that you love someone even though you have just met them.
I wish I could say that it made me more respectful and professional.
I did try though.
And we found Peder’s first album cover in Jørgen’s collection of old magazines.
This was a few years before he illustrated everything Dan Turell I guess...
Luckily Jørgen also seems to be a relaxed kind of guy.
And I was my most modest self. Notice how we somehow went from coffee to wine.
We did succeed in getting her to come over. I even met her.
She is one classy lady, and he showed me a picture of her in a cool t-shirt with one of his photographs on.
I showed my appreciation. And Jørgen gave me a David Gilmour tee!!!!
This must have been my messiest “interview” since my first year at journalism school back in 2005. My teachers would have cried, but does it matter when I still got to meet the nicest man in the world? I wish my drawings did justice to just how charming he is, but that is not the case. Google him or buy his book if you want the full picture – he is AMAZING! He sometimes links to auctions and special offers on facebook HERE.