january
Back in Göteborg. It gets dark before four and it's been raining since I got off the bus.
Christmas at Mamma's was nice and boring. I slept ten hours a night. I did #18 and #19 in her bathroom mirror, which is a little cabinet with a light that buzzes. Nothing strange happened in Borås at all. I looked like me. Gunnar survived.
Now the important thing: applications. The art academy in Stockholm wants a portfolio by February 8. Twelve works. Pia says the self-portraits have to be the core of it. "That's your project now, whether you like it or not."
Hedda's on nights this week, so it's just me and the hall mirror in the evenings.
#20 on Thursday.