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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“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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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.

IS SAD ART BAD BUSINESS?

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Hemmakväll

Det finns dagar som är allt annat än ljusa och fantastiska. Det kan vara sol ute men mörkt inne, det kan vara kul på utsidan men deppigt på insidan, det kan vara full fart ute men inne har allt stängts ner. Idag var en sådan dag. Deppigt värre. Nu målar jag damer i vanliga fall men att låta penslarna forma fram en glad och uppsluppen kvinna är inte tal om. Är då denna bara för mig? Är ledsen konst något man känner igen sig i men inte köper och hänger upp i sitt hem? Att denna har ett värde för mig är självklart, både i själva görandet och även som målning. Men har den ett sämre marknadsvärde? Är ledsen konst svårare att sälja?

There are days that don’t shine at all. It can be sunny outside but inside it is dark and gloomy, it can be fun outside but depressing on the inside, it can be action outside but stillness inside. Just a day like that. I paint a lot of ladies but a day that is “that kind of day”, it is not possible to let my brushes shape anything fun and joyful. Is this art then just for me? Is “sad” art something people feel connected with but never would by and hang on their own walls?  This painting has of course a value for me, both in the making of it and also as a finished piece. But does it have a value on the market? Not necessarily this one, but as a whole. Is sad art bad business?