All alone.

I felt I needed some time alone, so Frida got on a cab and went off to hang out with the other swedish people who also were in New York. I gave her my mobile phone, so that she could find them, but now there was no way for them to find me, except by mail. I kind of felt that it was a good thing. So ... Now my spiritual journey alone in New York could commence. What strange adventures was I about to experience? What curious people was I about to meet? (I kind of didn't feel like meeting any people actually, nor experiencing any adventures ...)

panel no. 1: Johan: Ah, alone at a japanese bar in New York! Could it be better?

Pulaski Bridge

Later that night.

Frida:Thank you! (referring to God or whatever deity she seems to be so fond of.)



Sometimes when you travel in pairs the smallest things can be the most annoying, it's not that you dislike the person in regular life, and it's not something you can really explain, but sometimes when you travel in pairs ...

The lights

"Don't play with the lights! You're so embarrassing!"

New York subway picture

I was only kidding when I said I wasn't gonna blog today. Here is a picture from the subway. I was a little scared of pickpockets. Ironic. My wallet weren't stolen until I got to Stockholm.

Mr. Comics-journalist ...

Alright, due to hard work with coloring of a 4-page report from the comics-festival Crack! in Rome this summer I will take it easy on the blogging for a day or two. But to cheer you up I can tell you that the report will be published in the next issue of swedish comics magazineBild och Bubbla! I will also translate it to english, so maybe all my international viewers will get to see it some day!

Greetings from Central Park

Glaah ... This is also kind of cheezy. Maybe I should work with doing cute postcards instead of comics ... I don't know about this picture ... really ... but the day I drew it was very hot.

On the roof

Johan:It is bright.
Johan:Bright and white.
Johan:Like snow.
Johan:Hrmpf!

Who are these people? What am I saying? Am I even there? Is that crisps on the table? Why is everything so strange?