In 2006, I started working a little with the video camera and Pinnacle Studio software. Tiny experiments, mostly for the fun of it. I have put them on Youtube, but you can access them by clicking the video frames below. Here's my Youtube account, if you prefer going there: Aravadia.
Video filmed drawing
I draw a portrait with some complications. It's hard to decide when to stop.
When dogs die
Do dogs have ghosts? A video filmed poem about souls. I call it a syllable poem, because it consists of only one-syllable words. The dog's name is Max. It was still very much alive when I posted this video, but later its owner told me that's not the case anymore, sadly.
In your face
Self-discovery by video as mirror.
We know that we are, and that's about all we know, if Descartes is to be trusted. But we have no idea what that really is. We must watch and learn. The voyeur should turn toward the mirror. For that, the video camera works fine.
So, here I am, watching myself, wondering. The answers to all my questions will come — any day.
Give me a drink that saves my soul...
Occasionally I contemplate murder... The beginning of a book of mine. More about the book here:
I like to watch. Don't you? This is a video poem about the pleasure of watching. I call it a syllable poem, because it's made up of one-syllable words.
What god are we talking about?
My thoughts on the basic questions of theists and atheists: If a god exists, and if so — what kind of god?
ICE hand play
ICE hand play. The hand moves in mysterious ways.
The hand fascinates me — whether it's my own or somebody else's. It moves with such refinement that it seems to have a life all of its own. Personality, too. It is so expressive, with its own complex language and yet understandable to all. It speaks, whispers, shouts. And it is very sensual, even before contact. Erotic just by being and moving, ecstatic at the moment of touch. It is at the essence of being alive.
So, I made a series of short video clips, closeup studies of the hand in action — by itself, with an object or another hand. I intend to go on, as long as my fascination does.
Life, that is.
What's the meaning of life? And how to find it? A video filmed poem. I call it a syllable poem, because it consists entirely of one-syllable words.
Love in the snow
Love and death and snow. A video poem about how they relate. I call it a syllable poem, because it's written entirely with one-syllable words.
I C U
Who is watching, and who is being watched? Here's a video filmed poem of mine. I call it a letter poem, since it is made up entirely of single letters.
I don't get tired of hands and how they do what they do. What can I say? Here I play with that theme.
Skyscraper appearing and disappearing
Just a chance video
Turning Torso, the Malmo skyscraper, hiding and returning. No trick of mine.
Another water dance, and the strange music that can be found in it. A flashy flush.
I'm a Swedish author of fiction and non-fiction books in both English and Swedish. I'm also an artist, a historian of ideas, and a 7 dan Aikikai Shihan aikido instructor. Click the header to read my full bio.