Yesterday I sketched a newsletter because I was about to travel to a festival in Gothenburg in early January, with the Firehead. I left the sketch to rest for a night. In the evening I got an email that the festival was cancelled and the next one will take place in January, 2023.

I wrote: I want to write this mail although I’m not sure. Freelance artist’s work is wrestling with uncertainty, and the unabaited pandemic has grown it still bigger. I’m working in order to share, so here I’m sharing intentions, at least. I want to write because something will happen, someday. These remarks end with “changes are possible” – but that’s the way it is in life.

Anyway, something’s gonna happen next year, for sure!