torsdag 10 december 2009

It was in nineteenhundred and eightyfive..



1985... and Claude Simon had been awarded
the Nobel price for his writings.
Peter and I had gone to Stockholm. We were
to tell our reader what it was like,
the Nobel festivitas. We had no tuxedos,
we were not allowed to enter the
ballroom down there and had to watch the
dinner from above. And so did the TV-media from
all over the world.
A lot of cables, a lot of very big cameras and
lot of people dragging the cables around.
A camera comes softly up from behind and
dive into the drawing you see above. I went on sketching.
The camera zooms away and goes further on.
A man carrying the heavy cable conneted to the camera
turns up and says: you sketching has just been seen by
100 million japanese watching the morning TV.
Fortunately I was not aware.
I bought a book written by Claude Simon, but never read it.
But I remember we had a nice little party at Norstedts.

I remember Ornette Coleman


Jag gick på "Slöjdis" i början på sextiotalet.
Slöjdföreningens skola i Göteborg som sedan blev
Konstindustriskolan som sedan blev HDK, Högskolan
för design och konsthantverk.
Vi fotograferade,tecknade, målade, tryckte, skulpterade...
och åkte till Köpenhamn, en gång om året.
Glyptoteket och Statens museum för konst.
Det var i Köpenhamn jag mötte Matisse, Picasso och dom andra.
Och så Jazzen.. På Vingården, som låg i "minfältet"
spelades gammeljazz, som vi kallade dixieland och på Montmartre det moderna..
En kväll med Ornette Coleman, en annan med Don Cherry.
Ett ungt geni var Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen på bas.
Jag minns Dexter Gordon och Chet Baker. På Montmartre.
I det stora fönstret mot Regnegade fanns en bild på
Ellington, eller var det Basie, som pekade in mot
entrén. Önskade oss välkomna. Därinne var det rökigt,
whisky och koncentrerat lyssnande.
Och så dom försiktiga applåderna efter ett solo. Ssssshhhhh......
Då var Köpenhamn exotiskt, lockande och låg i ett främmande land.
Dit reste vi med tåg, och i Humlebäck tittade vi in på ett litet
museum som fantastiskt nog hette Louisiana. Där såg jag Palle Nielsen.
I en bok från förr fann jag biljetten.

An envelope can be a piece of art.


I seldom get mail the ordinary way nowadays.
This is one of my memorable ones. It came
from one of my friends. Her letters are
always memorable. Her envelopes are always
surprising, and of course I am expecting
a Christmascard this year.

onsdag 9 december 2009

Rättegångsteckning



Being a newspaper artist meant you had
to cover many trials. The camera is
forbidden in the courtroom.
This drawing is from a wellknown trial
here in Sweden.
Years ago.

Allan Fagerström


Läste du Aftonbladet på sextiotalet
läste du Allan Fagerström.
Han recenserade teater, var en
strålande stilist. Och knivskarp.
Han rökte alldeles för mycket.

Special bulletin from Art Corner Disneyland



As a kid I drew a lot of comics.
They were all collected in a magazine, named TARZ.
Mostly they were about flying supermen.
Or men living in the jungle. There were monkeys too.
The magazine had a circulation of two, sometimes
three copies.
I bought my first Donald Duck & Co and so I
learned to draw Donald and his friends. His bill
was hard to get in right place I remember.
I wrote a letter to mr Disney and asked him if
he could give me an advice. How do I do?
This bulletin is one of the returning posts.
What strikes me is the very cheap cells you could
buy by that time. Production-cells are gold for
collectors today. I got a photo too!
I never bought a cell, but I sent for the How
to draw-books. And became a very skillful Donald
Duck- and Mickey Mouse- artist.

Gudmar Olovson i Paris



En teckning från ett möte med skulptören Gudmar Olovson,
född i Norrland om jag inte minns fel. En minnesvärd dag.
I en stor och lerdoftande ateljé satt vi och drack
champagne. Väldiga skulpturer i gips och lera omgav oss, några
stirrande. Ingrid Bergman, Dag Hammarskiöld. Skuggarna vred sig
runt oss och drycken var himmelskt god.
Minns denna dag då jag häromsistens vandrade i dom
kvarter där Gudmar har sin ateljé. I Paris.

Kristian Wedel och Svenska akademin



Kristian Wedel, en mycket duktig journalist på GP, fick igår en stor
summa pengar av Svenska akademien. Det är honom väl förtjänt!
Det känns hedrande att en gång fått bli intervjuad av honom.

måndag 7 december 2009

Birger Lundquist Sven Åhman and DN


Sven Åhman. Foreign correspondent. DN. A sketch I did about 1983

I stood in front of my easel.
Sure it was early in the sixties. At school.
I was trying to find the best way to
depict the model standing in front of
me. Her thighs.. arms, head.
"You should take a look at Birger
Lundquist´s work. The way you draw..."
mr Flink, our teacher, approaching me said.
I did so.
This issue of Dagens Nyheter I found in
Stockholm many years later. There were
the reportage illustrated by BL. And Sven
Åhman covered the Nuremberg war trials.
I still keep the issue in my box.

The Three Graces in Paris




Three beautiful ladies
I met in Paris.
All in oil. On canvas.