CECI N’EST PAS UNE BIOGRAPHIE

I’m a storyteller, and I work with websites and printed things and I make illustrations and books.

I was born in New York and lived a long time in Sweden, and then a short time in Czech Republic and Morocco and Portugal and other places—and now I’m back in Sweden again, at the rocky edge of the country where the sea surrounds you, the ferries wink out into the night, and the telephone signals crackle and fade.

The rest of this bio remains sadly incomplete, deliberately inconclusive, and partially incorrect:

Colin works with words and pictures at Hither & Yon, Inc., located up on top of the world and under someone’s spell. He marches in and cooks up schemes, and he boils them down and rolls out under his own steam. He keeps whatever’s underway under lock and key. He tips his hat and pulls rabbits from it when it drops. He changes his tune, chips off the old block and makes a clean sweep. He coins phrases as pennies drop. He turns on dimes and over new leaves. He walks a razor’s edge, cuts to the chase and slices life. He tilts windmills. He bites off more than he can chew and shows old dogs new tricks. He carries a torch, burns holes in his pockets and travels light when he lights out for the Territory. He’s a drop in the ocean and he comes down in buckets.

He juggles manuscripts. 
He cuts his own hair.
He still believes he has time to get things right.

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WORK, WORK IN PROGRESS, WORK WORK WORK

Bird and moons

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An intermittent stream of photos from Instagram.

Ferry-rama
Ferry-rama
Nattfärjan
Nattfärjan
Everyday water
Everyday water
Sleepy sunny foggy morning commutes
Sleepy sunny foggy morning commutes
Svartvit dimma
Svartvit dimma
Ver o gelo azul na manhã e pensar sobre a cidade de ontem
Ver o gelo azul na manhã e pensar sobre a cidade de ontem
e os franceses estavam aqui no Porto
e os franceses estavam aqui no Porto
A cidade, o nevoeiro
A cidade, o nevoeiro
Saramago, Lisboa, oh! coração
Saramago, Lisboa, oh! coração
A light lost in the long move north
A light lost in the long move north
Last spring on the Douro
Last spring on the Douro
That was the walk to the library
That was the walk to the library
Clerigos, our old haunt
Clerigos, our old haunt
Um festival
Um festival
Amanhã
Amanhã
Na jardim
Na jardim
Little Madrid
Little Madrid
Ponte de Arrábida
Ponte de Arrábida
Quando foi abril
Quando foi abril
Tre barn som sade Nej, vi inte känner något.
Tre barn som sade Nej, vi inte känner något.
Borgholm Slott
Borgholm Slott
Choveu
Choveu
Eu dormi no parque
Eu dormi no parque
Tempestuoso.
Tempestuoso.
Visslande genom parken genom dåvarande ljuset och där sitter Darwins huvud i ett träd och tittar upp. Rätt man på rätt plats. Sant så sant.
Visslande genom parken genom dåvarande ljuset och där sitter Darwins huvud i ett träd och tittar upp. Rätt man på rätt plats. Sant så sant.
Um barco, uma árvore.
Um barco, uma árvore.
Este nevoeiro.
Este nevoeiro.
K grows vines.
K grows vines.
Todas as noites este por do sol
Todas as noites este por do sol
Porto, sexta à noite
Porto, sexta à noite

CONTACT

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Send an email to hello@colinlewis.se, or send an SMS to +46(0)730338904. Or call. Or use Skype: colin_lewis. There are other means of contact for the crafty, the initiated, and those who know the secret password.