It is really simple, really!

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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 …

Trusting the process of artmaking

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WoMan

“Woman”. Oil on canvas. I finished her in 30 minutes after wiping of the canvas totally with a rag. The face I had worked on for a whole day just bothered me. Bam! Just get rid off it and start again. And there she was.

Trusting myself, trusting the process and taking it all the way to the very end.  That is a challenge.

There is even a movement called Process Art that is associated with the 1960s. It is the journey or the process that is art. It doesn’t even have to have an object to show as a finished result. I remember reading about an artist who made his own walking into a project of art. Clever.

Nonetheless, even regular classic painting involves a process. It doesn’t even have to be that creative. But one thing I found certain with my own painting, I need the time, the process to let go. To let go of the judging thoughts, the critic inside and the assumptions of what the end result should look like. It is like I have to get the painting into my body, and I get the feel of where to put the paint, where to not put the paint and the painting is finding its own way to an objet d’art. I am just tagging along. That is such a fun feeling. And somewhat time-consuming.

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.

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.

Fresh flowers on a friday.

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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 …

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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)

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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?