Hanging together

Comment of the day, Paintings

At an exhibition it is neat to see paintings in series. I manage to stay focused sometimes to actually create some sort of group that can hang together. And then I end up selling one painting in the series and the rest are packed down and stowed away. Like these. Four Expressions. (Oil on canvas.) Showed at an art show here in Stockholm back in 2015. I guess lesson learned is; sell them all at once 😄 or make bigger and more flexible series. Art is all about learning by doing. Or making.

Ownership Issue

Comment of the day
Ownership Issue I. Oil on canvas. 23×21 cm.

She believes that she has a cat. The cat believes that the lady belongs to him.

I miss our cat, The Intrepid Spaceman Spiff. Spiff for short. He used to hang out in our neighbors stable or sleeping on an old windsurfing sail bag in the garage. When we moved in to the city we didn’t think he would be happy there so we made an agreement with our neighbors that they would look after and feed Spiff and he could roam around his turfs and feel free and happy. We were so wrong. Our neighbor called. “This is not working out. Spiff is not feeling good”.

I went to the barn, called Spii-if! The response was immediate. I have never heard a cat meow that much. He spoke to me all the way back to his new home but old family. Once he dared to come out from under the stairs, he found a new favorite sleeping spot, new friendly neighbors and a new, much smaller backyard to guard. He was home. Whoever owned who. That is of no importance.

Ownership Issue II. Oil on canvas. 27×35 cm.

It is really simple, really!

Comment of the day, Paintings

I love my friends, I love meeting new people, I love watching people and I love going to new places. And still, I sometimes have to force myself to go out. It always seem to be a better idea to stay at home or rather at my easel. It is just never boring. The paint itself makes me want to stay. The next stroke with the brush or the next combination of colors, by accident or intentionally. I just like to hang out with my paint. That’s as simple as that. Really!

A thought captured 


The Art of Mingling

Comment of the day, Paintings

Notquitethere

Not quite there. Oil on canvas. 73x92cm.

I see being stuck in a corner as a good thing. Having the back turned to the rest of the world while I am being buzzy doing my own thing. Doodling about, painting, drawing or just being stuck with my own thinking. But I have learned. I have learned to turn around, opening up to people and to appreciate talking to complete strangers. I don’t fear getting a blank mind and I don’t hide at social events as much anymore. A have been the perfect bus girl at parties or events. I have sneaked around, dressed to party but instead collected glasses and empty bottles or whatever the quests are leaving around. So what is the difference now. The difference is A R T. The Art of Mingling when there is ART around. My own art, art of others or just art in general. Then there is always something to talk about. And that is why I now really love doing exhibitions. I open up. And then I can go back into my corner again.

Transition

Comment of the day, Paintings

Perfecthairday.jpg

“Perfect Hair Day”. Oil on canvas.

I like my work as an illustrator and I love being a painter. Of course there is a little of me in my illustrations but working as a freelance illustrator means taking your clients needs and demands into consideration.

Painting (and drawing) is something I do whether there is money in the end or not. One might think there is an easy transition going from illustrating to painting. It can be, regarding the material, but the mind needs some time to free itself from “doing-good- getting-paid-state-of-mind”. So what do I do. I paint a face. Again. The same thing I do when I want to use up the left over paint on my palette. And as in the three dimensional world. Faces don’t repeat themselves. There is always a first time for every face.

Left-over-painting

Comment of the day, Paintings

Session is over. A painting is finished. And as always I have squirted out too much paint on my palette. Cadmium red, yellow ochre, burnt sienna and preussisk bleu. I can’t just leave these little piles of paint and go home and cook dinner. Dinner has to wait. My art teacher at The Colorado Institute of Art once said. “Being a little hungry is good for creativity”. One must assume she was just preparing us for the real world out there.

Anyway. There is always time for another face. Grabbing hold of a scrap piece of canvas. Stapling in corners onto board. Bam, bam, bam, bam. And as always, painting flows easily, no hesitation of which color to use, my hand and paintbrush seem to have a mutual understanding. I am just tagging along for the ride. And maybe, just maybe my art teacher was right. At least I stopped thinking about dinner.

IMG_4536

Black Friday. A black day for earth.

Comment of the day, Paintings

Denlillasvarta

I walked into a big department store here in Sweden yesterday. First I get all exited. So much nice looking stuff. Smart gadgets, pretty clothes, shiny kitchen supplies, stylish make up, little things here and there that I – don’t need. Not at all.

I believe in small scale productions, locally made things, unique, one of a kind handcrafted pieces or wearing out clothes instead of just wearing clothes. Mending, fixing, handing down, reading a book, have a coffee or just do anything that doesn’t mean buying another cheap item that will not last for long. I don’t always manage to live by my own conviction but I try. When I steer off my environmental  track once in a while I try to get back on the conscious track as soon as I can. Bye smart, buy quality, buy second hand. Less but better, more unique and maybe Black Friday will just vanish into a black hole.

Painting. The little black one, 92×73 cm. Oil on canvas. In swedish: “Den lilla svarta”.

 

 

Dress Code

Comment of the day, Paintings

When I paint people a personality behind the faces emerge. Unintentionally a little story tells me why and what I need to include or exclude in a painting. I tend to exclude more than I include but even so, in my head I have the full story.

The Swedish summer this year was cold. My sleeveless dress on the closet door was ready to be worn but it waited in vain. The few hot summer days we had I managed to be away at even colder places.

The dress never got used. But it did give me an idea to do some paintings. Can you tell a personality of the owner of a dress by the way I paint it? By approaching the tree canvases in different manners I aimed to show a personality behind it.

From left to right: Order or Chaos. Life is simple. It is what it is.

Size 92×73 cm. Mixed media on canvas. Deep edge.

Ordningochkaos

Order or chaos. Mixed media on canvas. 92×73 cm. Deep edge.

Livetärenkelt

Life is simple. Mixed media on canvas. 92×73 cm. Deep edge.

Detärsomdetär

It is what it is. Mixed media on canvas. 92×73 cm. Deep edge.

When I paint people a personality behind the faces emerge. Unintentionally a little story tells me why and what I need to include or exclude in a painting. I tend to exclude more than I include but even so, in my head I have the full story.

The Swedish summer this year was cold. My sleeveless dress on the closet door was ready to be worn but it waited in vain. The few hot summer days we had I managed to be away at even colder places.

The dress never got used. But it did give me an idea to do some paintings. Can you tell a personality of the owner of a dress by the way I paint it? By approaching the tree canvases in different manners I aimed to show a personality behind it.

From left to right: Order or Chaos. Life is simple. It is what it is.

Size 92×73 cm. Mixed media on canvas. Deep edge.

Fresh flowers on a friday.

Comment of the day, Paintings

IMG_4312

Pink Ladies, 40×54. Oil on canvas.

Angels and softness. I start working with brushes, with colors on the palette that I like. Slowly the image emerges and as I go along with it, I get a sudden urge of what the painting needs. A different approach. More life. This is not a still life. It needs motion. It needs a credit card, (old one:-) to move around the paint so that something happens. It is not a still life. It is life. And in real life one definitely needs a credit card. To buy some fresh flowers on a friday.

I was left alone â€Š

Comment of the day, Paintings


 with my thoughts.

I am a slow thinker. Not mainly because I don’t have the capacity to think fast. It is just a little crowded in there so each new spark of a thought has a hell of a job to get to the finish line. And when that happens everybody left and I have no one to share my thoughts with.

Title of painting: I was left alone, and thought that I first and foremost should find out where _ _ _ _ was going. (Oil on canvas, 40x40cm)

Jagsattensamkvar