Turned seventy the other day.

Now on my seventy first.

Just two digits, nothing else I was told.

Went to France. Took my son Kaj with.

I have always wanted to se the beaches,

Omaha, Utah .. where D-day took place, and 

the Suez canal I so often heard of when

being a child.

Now I have done that. Been there.

And I have also visited 

Bayeaux, where the tapestry is.

A wish also.

And now I find I still have some

 places I would like to visit.

Before I die. 

 

Riber Hansson

Awesomely?

It was sold out this evening at Atalante. I had hoped to see that performance. Well I stayed at home and listened to some good music, Dave Brubeck, and so I made this sketch. It should have been a piano, but it turned out to be an alto.

We went to Halmstad, Jörgen and I. He had just bought a scooter, it was summer and we were on our way, heading south from Uddevalla, looking for girls, dancing. I sat in the back, no helmets on. It was long before those things were compulsory. But I had a book with, and I read it while the wind swept by...  It was The Sun Also Rises by Hemingway. The scooters engine failed when we were close to Falkenberg. Rain began to fall. A gloomy mood we were in. 
 This happened many, many years ago, but as far as I can remember we came to Halmstad, we had our whiskey. Girls? I cannot remember. Neither do remember how we got back to Uddevalla. But we did.  All of us, the book is still there on my shelf. A pocket-one it is. I think its cover is  orange, and there is a drawing there too. By Svenolov Ehrén I think. I have to check that up when I am at home. 
This summer I have made som portraits of authors known. Hemingway is one of them, Joyce another one. They once me in Paris. Never really liked eachother. 
The other seventeen portraits will appear at Ullman Galleri on Saturday. You are welcome.

September 16

After work