A rather distinguished and sophisticated history of personal info:

To MAIN

Went to school. Stopped for some years. Now studying first year of a bachelor in Computer Science with a major in Programming. I've been around computers since I were twelve. My first machine was a 086 laptop on which I played civilization and other games. Started writing short descriptive poems in English and Norwegian at age 15. First poetry collection written at 18. This collection got lost or stolen some ten years ago. It didn't have a title and was written in about two hours. Joined a band called Disappointed at about 16 commenced writing lyrics and performing vocals for about 4 years untill its tragic break-up followed by instigations and acclaimed police interference. Break - up however due guitarist having to move for further education. After the bands cancel another band was shaped named BH-BB a pun on a womans bra and blues band. This band reached a peer of height playing blues for several folk around this county. After it's break-up, which no-one remembers how and why took place, I were confined for several years which I spent trying to find my identity.Before this I briefly introduced myself to tracking which I have continued doing from time to time. Wrote a lot of industrial music which is on a harddisk that crashed.  For a period of time little was done artisticly though I did occupy myself trying to tune a guitar as lute and a sitar playing rare trance-like melodies for a while. Later on I wrote industrial-like music using a computer and a MD-recorder, a piano and a guitar. However my mental state obviously influenced the music a bit too much and I want to forget all of it. Later on after several attempts to achieve the same success with other bands (auditioning famous rapper Oliver; which we declined the right to perform with our nameless band, now a signed artist), I got into writing again about the year 2002. Several obscure poems were lost in a lightning strike in 2004. Then depressed for some time emotionally not able to write I recorded thunderstorms to compose symphonies. However the all evident poverty known to most bohemians prevented me from attaining the right software and most of my musical ideas failed to complete. I am a quite good sound designer using Sony SoundForge Audio. In 2006 I found inspiration and posted the first lines of Urban Hymn. Music to Urban Hymn was partly produced though found an end due discplinary issues. From then on I took to schetching in Paintshop Pro 7.0 and furthering endeavour in poems. I am in fact published on a couple of occations in an American coffee table anthology. In 2007 I found great amusement in painting. This however ended due lack of chinese paint and personal failure of patience to perform good details. I do plan to continue with all of these occupations. In between all of this I also studied English and Computer-science in my sleep.

I am born in 1978. I love coffee, cheese and whiskey. I am a convinced anglophiliac and my cat is all black and has a strong urge to sleep all day.

Further to be known about me:

I reside Norway and have a history as a patient. Profoundly fond of my insanity thinking of it as inspiration I found confidence in being an artist not so much only talking about being one. Earlier I attempted a form of national romantic poetry and music which I discovered lead to a whole new set of music though my poetry was stolen as mentioned earlier. I have no political aspiration, ideal or otherwise ambition to prosper in. My diagnosis is Paranoid Schizophrenic. My nightmares however (no longer present) were of such horrid nature it is hard to describe these. My early work not displayed here; work done (which is not lost) in the early years of this decade is written in a state of psychosis and doesn't make any sense at all. Well the state of inspiration found in dreams continue to voyeur my ambitions.

My personal opinions on psychology originates from my situation as a patient and my early adulthood interests reading psychology to become a psychologist. To this day I have learned much about my personality. I have learned to accept myself for who I am. Though, significantly, psychology as it used to be and today is portrayed in media are two widely different sides of a coin. Therapy is highly personal. Any further details will not be displayed. I consider myself more or less healthy today.

I have found a new revival in dreaming the irrational abstract no longer visionary prospect of our human nature considered childish to be the very core of inspiration. Vivid childhood dreams and nightmares are part of me and this genre I describe as introspective (some introspect relates to adult dreams and nightmares) is a form of surrealism yet differs by a combination of dreams and reality rather than just the one. 

Obviously all in the name of cynic realism I have never been persecuted as an artist.

I have travelled a lot. An interail tour circled through most of Europe accompanied by good friends. This tour took us to Greece, Spain and Tangier (amongst other fine countries). A known pirate haven. Later I took a flight to South-America planning to work and study there. South-America changed me. A significantly whole other dimension of culture. Bolivia is the most daring indigenous populated country in South-America. You should know I knew nothing of this country before I went a part from how to order cheese and beer. The nature of that place totally captured me. There I started writing Pen which will appear later (when I find it; the excerpts are made later). I was in Bolivia for 6 months. Living in an old cabin by a spanish missionary in a village near Cochabamba. It was here I became convinced to be an artist. Travels to art galleries in Oslo (Norway's brilliant capital) St. Petersburg, California, Minneapolis, London and Prague studying convinced legends further humbly inspired me.

I must admit I am a boy trapped in an adult realist world. This naturally explained by a rather significantly free childhood. My parents were both kind and gentle to me in this time but did not accept me for reaching adulthood. My two sisters caused me plenty a trauma. Yes, indeed, my elder sister even hypnotised me once and I started sleep-walking. However after been made aware of this I realised it was time to stop sleeping and rize upon the challenge art really is. Being the only boy in my family I am sure my two sisters found glory in their union against me. Both developing artistic talents before I found any interest in it. Competition is healthy though I played piano at 10 and guitar at 15, I was more fond of playing cowboys and indians and riding my BMX.

I have a working history ammounting to a relative none. Though throughout the years I have done plenty. Guess if there's no where to begun there must be somewhere.