The Art of Mingling

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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.

Ranunculus!

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There are some flowers that means spring to me more than others. Ranunculus. They are like sweet layered cakes of promise of a brighter more colorful time to come. I greet them with pleasure and I am thankful that days are finally longer, the birds are singing and it is time to get out of the wool socks and step into some sandals. And this year I have shaved my legs and I have some green nail polish on my toenails. All prepared for some new sunny steps.

Ranunculus. Oil on canvas. 30×30 cm.

Ranunkler

Private Parts

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Painting can be a very intimate process. Ones inner thoughts, dreams, personality and wishes shine through layers of paint. One can always read an artist, maybe not instantly or by a single painting. But after a while, the choices of motifs, the colors or the brushstrokes will tell you something about the artist.

To paint a vagina wouldn’t be my natural choice of motif for me. But when a friend introduced me to the work of Artworks 4 change, I had no hesitation to contribute with my art. In order to raise money against female genital mutilation they have asked artist to submit work to their Vagina Art Exhibition and Auction. The money they raise will go to Plan International and their work of children’s rights and equality for girls.

This is my contribution. Private, oil on canvas. 80×80 cm.

Privat

Transition

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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

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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.

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Dress Code

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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.

I was left alone …

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… 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

What’s the weather got to do with it?

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novembermorgon

Morning of November. Oil on canvas. 45x45cm

Pitch black outside the window. Daytime, grey sky. The nature vaugely showing of a distinct color. The cold air leaving skin and lips in a pale purple tone. Everything outside is turned down.

So what do I paint? Lavish green landscape with bright red flowers and orange, yellow flower buds full of promise! Colors madly running over the canvas.

Nope.

I paint what I am in.

The dark.

And enjoying it. There is a huge variety of values to be found in a toned down painting. As most swedes do when the dark season is over us we go inside and so do my manner of painting. It is still life.