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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.


Black Friday. A black day for earth.

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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”.



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)


Decision taken

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I min förra post så hade jag huvudbry över en målning som hamnat i ett vägskäl. Utan att jag själv hade tyckt till om det, anser jag. Och som alltid när jag målar, och många känner nog igen sig i skapandeprocessen, så kommer vägvalen, sluta eller fortsätta, papperskorg eller vägg. Jag åberopar magkänsla, grannen som går förbi eller sonen 10 år som ska säga de magiska orden som får mig att förstå att jag gör “rätt”. För mig är nog ändå alltid det rättaste att våga, att våga göra fel, att våga skrota timmar av arbete och att våga gå en annan väg en den jag trodde i början. Jag intalar mig att jag vinner på det nästa gång, eller åtminstone någon gång.

Nu tog jag valet att ge kroppen ett annat huvud. Det var rätt beslut. Tror jag. Denna gång.

In my latest post I had a decision to make. The body didn’t match the face, or was it that the face that didn’t match the body. Anyhow, I had to do something. This is what I did!


Sunday night painting


Sunday afternoon and night have always been my favourite time for creating. It is like a soft filter has lowered itself over friends and family and chores and allowed time for a quiet time of painting.
Tonight I stared for quite some time at four unfinished pieces, (in somebody elses eye they probably looked totally done) but they didn’t do it for me.
This one started out like a dark painting, then a young girl came in for a while, then a large very young person took her place, then I got sick of all the people always cramming their way into my work so I said No to them and just started moving my brush…
Now this one has to be in quarantine for a while before I can decide what I think of it …

Cat in corner


My cat is my perfect painting partner. Does not give any remarks that makes me start thinking (doubting). Does not ask what I mean. Does not ask if it is finished. Does not say that it looks different from what I normally do. My cat doesn’t say; you can do better.
I have learned from experience. Keep comments away during process of creating until you are 200% sure and your heart says “done”! (At least for now).