FREDRIK SCHEIKE

The last few days, well, the last two weeks have been a little turbulent to say the least. I've not found a real place for myself to sit down and just be, take time for me, process and actually write things down the way that I would like. Well, I haven't taken or I haven't had. The wording doesn't really matter. I've essentially had to much on my mind in order to let my mind wander to the place from which I usually create. I was sick with a complete loss of voice, which made me sound more terrible than Frankenstein's monster and made it more painful to speak than if you had razorblades in your throat. And just a few days ago my uncle finally died. I say finally, which makes it sound kind of terrible, but I mean it in the most loving, caring and remembering way possible. I haven't been able to find any words and it's been really difficult for me to express myself and my feelings. I can normally find them with ease, but this has been a mind numbing exper...

By and large, we're pretty much living the dream as actors when we are able to support ourselves by doing what we actually love to do. When we don't have to run with the tail in between our legs to the closest Starbucks in order to scrape together the last little pennies for rent every month. When we actually do what we love and get paid for it, that right there is the epitome of success. Which of course leads me to talk about something that I'm so darned proud of and proud to be able to support. I'm talking about Nerea's latest project which is her studio, aptly named "Estudio Nerea Lovecchio". I know it's been a dream for her for quite some time now, but now finally the stars have aligned and made the opening of her own space possible. It's something truly emotional to watch your partner actually make a dream come true. It's a profound shared joy that I feel and an enormous sense of pride for her bravery and entrepreneurial spirit, becaus...

livet, bortblåst, inlåst, avslaget och ljummet, riktigt skumt att åren bara går. det blir ju rätt lätt så när man inte kan stå still  när man gör vad man vill   när för varje gång som klockan slår -  gör en knäsvag, med artros, skolios, och annat som gör slag i saken,  hemorrojder ut i baken,    (fader tid är en sjukdomars virtuos,) gör att man ogärna längre visar sig naken,   i en femplusårs kris, visar att klockan består, och vi har inget att säga emot, tacka och ta emot, ännu en dag, ett dygn, en månad, ett år, där korten på hyllan samlar damm, ifrån fjol och året därpå. skål och tack för att du kom  och tack för att du finns, det är grattislationer man minns och försöker göra till nått positivt, tvetydigt, otydligt,   omöjligt, men aktansvärt och älskvärt och inte en stund för tidigt. glädje är fiktivt, och delad är dubbel, gör mig kritvit i spegeln, räknar gråa hår och anar trubbel. 28 är trevligt men gör liv...

So there she was, posing, smiling, pouting her lips and acting all cool. Pulling up the victory sign and pouting her goddamn duck lips, laughing as there was nothing wrong with the world whatsoever. Her friend is laughing too, taking a lot of photos, making sure that every pose and every twitch of that smile is well documented. No selfie can be complete if not for another 40 takes. You have to get the right one in order to be perfect. And I'm on the other side, watching this whole spectacle, feeling my stomach churn and turn, with huge amounts to just go berserk at everything that is going wrong with this world. I'm on the other side, not wanting to observe, but I do. I cannot divert my eyes from this continued perversion of human ideals, and as another flash pops, finally my train comes to the rescue. The girl, the lost little teenager who's trying to get just another like for her Instagram/Facebook/Twitter page is oblivious to the fact that the poster shes' p...

You win some, you lose some. You learn to handle the losses and you learn to really accept that you sometimes actually deserve to win. One is easier than the other, guess which? I just had an audition for a British/Spanish miniseries and I am grateful for having done it, for having been called in and for having truly worked as hard as I have to accomplish doing it. Even though I'm fairly certain that the audition and the part is off to someone else, I did my best to keep my nerves in check and put my head down. But my selfconsciousness probably shone through the empty facade that was my terrified face. So why be grateful? Well first of all, it's about the fourth actual major fictional audtion that I've done here in Spain which in itself is pretty amazing, but it's also one of the auditions that I've prepped the most. Let's face it, I know myself and my craft fairly well, and I have this tendency to get lazy while preparing, I know I do, so to actual...

Oskiljaktligen gör döden ingen skillnad på oss,                 men ändå skiljer den oss åt. Likgiltig, rädd, tacksam,   befriad, fängslad, road,                döden skiljer sig för oss alla,             och döden skiljer oss åt. Gammal dikt från 2011.