I'm working on making a nice little bag and right now I'm almost done with the liner. The bag will be quite colorful but the inside will be all black. Once again I felt black was a little too boring and once again my glow-in-the-dark obsession took hold. So I painted the words to a poem that often gets stuck in my mind across the whole liner in such a way that hopefully the text will spiral down "into the depths of the bag" and light up the darkness. The poem that I used is about how light can't exist without the dark. This, I hope, sort-of plays with the thought of the darkness inside the bag.
Var inte rädd för mörkret
av Erik Blomberg (1894 - 1965)
Var inte rädd för mörkret,
ty ljuset vilar där.
Vi ser ju inga stjärnor,
där intet mörker är.
I ljusa irisringen
du bär en mörk pupill,
ty mörkt är allt,
som ljuset med bävan längtar till.
Var inte rädd för mörkret,
ty ljuset vilar där,
var inte rädd för mörkret,
som ljusets hjärta bär.
quick transl:
Don't Be Afraid of the Dark
by Erik Blomberg (1894 - 1965)
Don't be afraid of the dark,
because that's where the light rests.
We see of course no stars
where there isn't any light
In the light circle of the iris
you carry a dark pupil,
because dark is everything,
that the light yearns for.
Don't be afraid of the dark,
because that's where the light rests,
don't be afraid of the dark,
for it carries the light's heart.
