Dessa Ă€r de första portrĂ€tt jag tog pĂ„ honom, under ett av besöken hos mig i Göteborg. Han borrade upp hyllor och lagade mat nĂ€r jag var i skolan och nĂ€r jag kom hem var det redan mörkt. Det var februari, isen blĂ€nkte illvilligt i den branta backen pĂ„ vĂ€gen till min student-etta. Ăven om vi bara varit tillsammans i nĂ„gra veckor tror jag vi bĂ„da visste att hur mĂ„nga hyllor och tavlor vi Ă€n utrustade lĂ€genheten med skulle mitt “hemma” vara nĂ„gon annanstans. NĂ€sta gĂ„ng han skulle besöka samma lĂ€genhet var det för att packa ihop mina Ă€godelar och skicka dem i gula dhl-kartonger till Berlin.
Idag fyller min soulmate, min Clyde, min alldeles egna person Är. FÄ beslut har kÀnts sÄ tryggt och rÀtt som att dela mitt liv med honom. Grattis bejb.
These are the first portraits I took of him during one of his visits to Gothenburg. He put up shelves and cooked food for me while I was in school and when I got home it was already dark. It was February, the ice glistened dangerously in the steep hill on the way to my tiny student apartment. Even though we just had been together for a couple of weeks, I think we both knew that no matter how many shelves and paintings we equipped the apartment with, my “home” would be somewhere else. The next time he visited the same tiny student studio, it was to pack my belongings in yellow dhl-boxes and ship them to Berlin.
Happy birthday to my soul mate, my Clyde, my very own human being. Few decisions have felt as safe and right as sharing my life with him.