Tinet is a cartoonist, illustrator, letterer, graphic designer, editor, translator and pig-keeper.



Other parts of Tinet's internet presence are, for instance:

The main website



Another blog



The Blog of Swine



Chirayliq



and some photos on Flickr



   

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Favourite entries

Photography:
¤ Mum and Ainur were visiting
¤ Sunny Saturday
¤ Cheap thrills
¤ Labour Day
¤ Definitely no Sergei Elmgren III
¤ Mum was here
¤ Nordens ark
¤ Cool weather today
¤ Piggies in my bed
¤ Black & white
¤ Two collages
¤ Bankhar mä!
¤ Lilac skies
¤ Kickass industrial sites
¤ Mayday
¤ Views from Pankow and a backyard
¤ Kugelblitz & cuddly 'street art'
¤ Shameless exploitation of workers and communists
¤ Berlin, Berlin
¤ Cuteness
¤ More Berlin
¤ Ouch, my feet ...
¤ Frosty collage
¤ Another fine old house hits the dust
¤ Horror and pigeons
¤ The smooth sides of houses
¤ Streets of Lund 2006
¤ Hungry for Hills
¤ Skärhamn
¤ Foggy sun
¤ Furry puppies
¤ Snow and a sleeping little baby
¤ Around the railway tracks in Lund
¤ The moon
¤ Lund in October
¤ The steaming sea
¤ Misc. scenes from Orust
¤ Territorial disputes
¤ Road Trippin'
¤ Sergei's tail
¤ Yellow
¤ The sleepy kingdom of Princess Mitsu
¤ A house, graffiti and a rook
¤ Green
¤ Feather canyons everywhere
¤ Sky and earth
¤ Misc. perspectives on Orust
¤ Mushrooms
¤ Fauna
¤ Flora
¤ A window
¤ Green landscapes
¤ My babies
¤ Dead house
¤ Dead elk
¤ Views on our home
¤ Pictures from a spontaneous cycling tour
¤ A parking lot in Malmö
¤ Twilight sky
¤ A once nice house
¤ Serpieri, the flying pig
¤ Yukata madness
¤ Rundown allotment garden
¤ Bristly!
¤ Furry!
¤ Home
¤ Dead animals
¤ Ängavallens gård
¤ Gothenburg
¤ One of the 2-3 pictures that actually came out perfect
¤ Where animals travel to their death
¤ Winter in Kävlinge
¤ Orient and Occident - blurry concepts!
¤ My baby is such a tease
¤ Eggs are interesting
¤ Here's the wuffie!
¤ The Carpathians
¤ Anti-kitsch
¤ Sunset over Kävlinge
¤ My cuddlymunchkins
¤ Streets of Lund
¤ Food

Dreams:
¤ Elephant digging up old bones + a burglary
¤ MSU in my subconscious
¤ Bad puppy
¤ The mansion
¤ A dream of menstruation in Sin City
¤ My dreams are so nice sometimes (aka Russian Policewoman)
¤ Desperately trying to reach MGU
¤ Blood, devastation, death, war and horror dream #6
¤ Family life
¤ Dreams, bloody dreams
¤ I need a sword
¤ Tony Blair & Lenin haunt me

Stuff:
¤ My thoughts on the presidential elections in France
¤ Just google it! - Nana version
¤ Meat has it all
¤ The amazing world of Swedish copyright laws
¤ Anna Politkovskaya
¤ It's about time we all get out and vote for love!
¤ Bilal's Nikopol vs. Moore's Promethea: Being possessed by gods and forced to have sex in comics
¤ Tinet's kitchen of pain
¤ The hymen is an evil MYTH!!!

¤ Gouache
¤ Pigasso paintings
¤ The Light comes from the Right
¤ Some kind of Valentine
¤ 2006 - a card and a snow Mitsu
¤ Serilda
¤ Standing on eggshells
¤ Mmm ... surströmming
¤ Rudolfo from the rapeseed fields
¤ The freedom to not choose
¤ Red China Comics
¤ Till alla svenskjävlar som inte klarar av att sätta komma i ert eget språk
¤ The Kostroma Elk farm
¤ The boob diaries part 4 - conclusion
¤ The boob diaries part 3
¤ The boob diaries part 2
¤ Breast cancer can be fun
¤ Why can't I wear a skirt and still be one of the guys?
¤ Garlic update #2
¤ Garlic update
¤ EU garlic is no good against vampires.
¤ I want to learn Maltese!
¤ Dirty men in the public library
¤ The marvels of life #4637
¤ My new life as a one-armed bandit
¤ Severiina exposed
¤ Severiina - a tale of an obsession
¤ On drawing techniques
¤ TschöRmen
¤ I might be going insane.
¤ 15 reasons




Some favourite blogs:

artifex
Baci dalla provincia
Кладовка
Saunahoney
Yellow Peril







Nyt on yö.
Minä kuljen yksin
tyhjiä katuja.
En tiedä, mihin olen menossa,
hyvä kun tiedän mistä
olen tulossa,
ja ruumiissani
soi tuhat kaunista ja
voimakasta sävelmää,
minun koko menneisyyteni,
ja silmissäni loistavat
tuhannen ihmisen silmät,
silmien takana tuntemattomuus,
tätä naista ei tunne kukaan,
se ei ole vielä täysin syntynytkään,
ei kukaan tiedä
mitä se on tulevaisuudessa.


- Mirka Lattunen



Necuvintele

El a întins spre mine o frunză ca o mână cu degete.
Eu am întins spre el o mână ca o frunză cu dinţi.
El a întins spre mine o ramură ca un braţ.
Eu am întins spre el braţul ca o ramură.
El schi-a înclinat spre mine trunchiul
ca un umăr.
Eu mi-am înclinat spre el umărul
ca un trunchi noduros.
Auzeam cum se încetineşte sângele meu suind ca seva.
Eu am trecut prin el.
El a trecut prin mine.
Eu am rămas un pom singur.
El
un om singur

- Nichita Stănescu



Kunst ist nicht ein Spiegel, den man der Wirklichkeit vorhält, sondern ein Hammer, mit dem man sie gestaltet.

- Karl Marx



The Hermit’s Song

A hiding tuft, a green-barked yew tree
Is my roof,
While nearby a great oak tree keeps me
Tempest-proof.

I can pick my fruit from an apple
Like an Inn,
Or can fill my fist where hazels
Shut me in.

A clear well beside me offers
Best of drink,
And there glows a bed of cresses
Near its brink.

Pigs and Goats, the friendliest neighbours,
Nestle near,
Wild swine come, or broods of badgers,
Grazing deer.

All the gentry of the county
Come to call!
And the foxes come behind them,
Best of all.

To what meals the woods invite me
All about!
There are water, herbs and cresses,
Salmon, trout.

A clutch of eggs, sweet mast and honey
Are my meat,
Heathberries and Whortleberries
For a sweet.

All that one could ask for comfort
Round me grows,
There are hips and haws and strawberries,
Nuts and sloes.

And when summer spreads its mantle
What a sight!
Marjoram and leeks and pignuts,
Juicy, bright.

Dainty redbreasts briskly forage
Every bush
Round and round my hut there flutter
Shallow, thrush.

Bees and beetles, music-makers,
Croon and strum;
Geese pass over, duck in autumn,
Dark streams hum.

Angry wren, officious linnet
And black-cap,
All industrious, and the woodpecker’s
Sturdy tap.

From the sea the gulls and herons
Flutter in,
While in upland heather rises
The grey hen.

In the year’s most brilliant weather
Heifers low
Through green fields, not driven nor beaten,
Tranquil, slow.

In wreathed boughs the wind is whispering,
Skies are blue,
Swans call, river water falling
Is calling too.

- Unknown old Irish poet








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Thursday, April 21, 2005
Man får se upp för sina kursare ...

Det är alltid roligt att chockera folk med min högst motsägelsefulla personlighet.

"Gårdagen började kl 8.00 med att jag hade lektion för en gångs skull. Översättning. Det är för tillfället bara jag och en tjej till som går på de lektionerna, så jag brukar försöka småprata lite med henne. Igår köpte jag ett fanzine som hon hade gjort och fick hennes webadress. Hon verkar väldigt snäll och tystlåten, men hemsidan avslöjade en helt annan person - kolla in www.kommiekomiks.com/ Jag tror inte det är bland mina kursare jag ska söka vänner..." (http://elin79.blogspot.com/)

Om du läser detta, Elin - det är lugnt. Jag är van. Jag tycker bara att det är roligt. :o)

Posted at 12:48 pm by turukhtan
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Googlisms!

 
sergei is very mature as a church leader
 

 
sergei is not a complete package on offense due to his inability to see and use his linemates

 
sergei is a very cute guy

 
sergei is on the phone

 
sergei is a creation of the modern day communist dr frankenstein

 
sergei is tough
  

 
sergei is gay

 
sergei is a transsexual replicant

 
mitsu is a total package

 
mitsu is on a roll in us now

 
mitsu is highly inaccurate at long distances and should only be used in medium to close range skirmishes

 
mitsu is so popular among those desiring increased power
  

 
mitsu is more effective than rear part of mawashi or mae

 
mitsu is extremely sweet natured and smart

 
mitsu is dangerous

 
mitsu is fucken dope



mitsu is the best looking of the three

Posted at 4:08 pm by turukhtan
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Friday, April 08, 2005
Himitsu-hime

Posted at 9:30 pm by turukhtan
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And, finally, the beauty of Orust and its inhabitants ...


Last winter, there were some mighty storms raging. Many trees have fallen, but this one was caught up by the one across the path.


There is a hill nearby, where you have a splendid view to the mainland.


Mitsu likes to gaze over the land and the sea spreading out before her.


But after a while she gets bored and wants to play with mum ...

Posted at 9:29 pm by turukhtan
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Dead animals

Killed pigs brings us to the next topic: dead animals found in the forests around my mum's place.


Mum showed me a dead young moose. A few months ago, the big landowner around there, Kent-Hugo, had shot one of the two kids of a mother moose, and a few days ago, mum found the other one dead, as well. It seems like it has died 'naturally', of a disease or so, though it's kind of hard to tell, since a large part of it is pretty much eaten by now. The fox(es) have marked the carcass with their shit to ward off others, but Mitsu was still gnawing at the facial bones.


Last winter, me and Mihai found a dead fox next to a small red house owned by Kent-Hugo. Mum asked Kent-Hugo about it, and it turns out he shot it. He claims that he did it 'to protect the rabbits'.Yeah right. Anyway, another fox seems to have marked also this carcass ...

Posted at 9:24 pm by turukhtan
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Photographs

Since I got new, developed pictures, I'll make a few photo entries here.

First of all, the happy pig farm Ängavallens gård:






Here is where the piggies roam. They all stayed inside their houses on that day, though, because the wind was so cold.


The eating house of the pigs (I think).


No pigs, but at least we got to see some sheep ...

Last night, I had this weird post-apocalyptic dream that had something to do with our visit to this pig farm. It was something about the way the pigs are slaughtered, I think, though it's all kind of dim now.
The pigs at the Ängavallen farm are killed in a way that is as non-traumatic as possible. They are beckoned to the slaughterhouse in the night with light that streams out of the house, making the pigs curious. They walk towards it in their own pace, and when they come into the house, they walk, one and one, through corridors that eventually lead them to a troughful of food. The slaughterer comes, and before the pigs even start suspecting anything, he has slipped a device that delivers a strong electrical shock over the pig's neck, which instantly stuns the pig unconscious. No pig ever sees blood or smells the fright or pain of other pigs.
We watched a video of this at the farm, and it was kind of sad ...

Posted at 9:17 pm by turukhtan
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Monday, April 04, 2005
SPX05

As announced previously, I've spent the weekend trying to sell my comics at Small Press Expo in Stockholm. It's an annual festival for fanzines and independent comics. They also have a market where fanzine makers can get a table for free, so I gave it a shot.

I got a table next to the friendly furries from Chainroaker. Commerce was hot in the first couple of hours, until people, apparently, ran out of money.


(English version right here.)

But by the end of Sunday, I had actually sold about a third of my magazines. Yay!

The theme of this year's SPX was animation. They showed some interesting stuff that I, unfortunately, didn't see much of, because I didn't dare leave my table unattended. (Though now that I think about it, I probably would have seen it as a privilege if someone had stolen my comics out of genuine interest ...)

Another nice feature was the very own comics webzine of Small Press Expo. Yes, cartooning in public has never been more fun! I improvised a strip about my pet pig Sergei for it ...

This year was actually the first time that SPX had a contest for 'the best fanzine in Northern Europe'. I would have liked to enter if I'd have known about it in time, but then, it might be just as well that I didn't, because the three winners this year are all established comic artists, anyway (as far as I know). The 1st prize was taken by a flashy Finnish anthology, while the 'shared 2nd prize' was given to Li Österberg and her cool nun fanzine, and this guy with his cigarette fanzine.
I didn't get a chance to look closer at the Finnish anthology, to see who contributed to it, but Li Österberg has gotten several books with her comics published, while the Bolivian reportage comics of this guy whose name I can't remember have previously been published at least in the weekly Arbetaren.

Don't get me wrong - I like these artists and the comics they make, and I'm happy for them. But one might just wonder why quite established artists have to publish their works in fanzines. Because they couldn't get deals? In some cases, maybe. But in other cases, I'm leaning towards the assumption that they, unlike us other poor sods who can't seem to get our comics published in any other way, are making the active choice to publish their comics in fanzines ... because fanzines are really cool.

¤ ¤ ¤

... Anyway, I didn't just sell my comics. I also traded a few with other fanzine makers. The best deal was definitely "Medley" by Lisa Medin. It's a kind of shonen manga parody about the synth-popper Axel, set in a world where music has a strange, strange power. Somehow, it reminds a bit of Full Metal Alchemist, but it's completely different. And crazy.

¤ ¤ ¤

What this weekend has taught me:
1. Stockholm is actually a quite nice city.
2. I have to draw more comics, dammit!
3. Aeron ia a good cover boy. Issue #2 was the # picked up most frequently (by females, at least). Too bad most of the comics inside it are so crappy ... (-_-); (But the # bought in the greatest quantities was, of course, #0, with short stories only.)
4. I'm definitely going to SPX06.

Posted at 12:39 pm by turukhtan
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Tuesday, March 29, 2005
SPX

Argh, I blew 3500 crowns on printing. I'll have to raise the price of my comic books ...

The reason is that I'm going to Small Press Expo in Stockholm this weekend, where I'll be selling comics and trying to get somehow ... noticed. Or something.

In other comics news, I just got the second volume of Bounce Comics in the mail. This Australian-based webcomics anthology is printing my comic Driftwood. Its choice of comics is a bit uneven, but then, as it is now, *anyone* is quite likely to find a comic in it that they like! ^_^ There are several very good comics in it, so go buy it!

Posted at 5:11 pm by turukhtan
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Friday, March 11, 2005
Gaaah ...

Finally, internet.

Posted at 12:25 am by turukhtan
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Thursday, March 03, 2005
Taking a picture of the moon ... and then something creeps up in front of your camera.

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