#47

I am looking through

and investigating my old photos.

I plunge my hands into the archive. 

And out come this pictures. 

Among a lot of other ones.

From past and recently. 

Krakow.

My first studio

Chicago.

Dublin. 

Överkalix

Sicilien.

Skapa Flow

Berlin

Kyoto

Berlin 

St Petersburg, then Leningrad.

On S/S Gothenburg. Red Sea

Uddevalla. 

Me a teacher. HDK. Then.

Rome

Nice

For and ADcampaign Gothenbur-Post.

Per Wahlberg had the idea and took the photo.

Gotland

Might be 1972

On the balkong. Dharamsala

1995. After heartsurgery.

Gotland.

Sicily

Havstens sund.

 

A pub in London

San Francis

#46

Flipping through my files. Nostalgic.

Have I really done those pictures. 

Yes .. I must confess. In what context

 the drawing above was published ... no idea!

Sadness. Departure. Leaving. Neglecting.

Ending. Wishing.  

#45

A work in progress. 

Places, people.

Assembled between covers. 

A task for 2016

#44

This is David Bowie 

When he had a show in  Gothenburg 

GP published a

"David Bowie Supplement". 

I drew the cover 

Now he is gone, DB.

#43

En tidsbild. 

En teckning gjord och publicerad någon gång i början av åttiotalet.

#42

An illustration for På Kryss

A magazine on yachting published in Sweden

#41

Once upon a time.

Elvis or Tommy. 

Beatles or Rolling Stones.

#40

OK, då!

#39

Cambridge. A cold day. Snowing.

#38

From archive, I found this painting. 

Went to Egypt a couple of years ago.

Coming home I was so overwhelmed

by what I had seen. Something had to be done. 

I bought a big, for me a very big,

 canvas. And started painting.

Then I went on with another and another...

What is left is this.

#37

There are people

making this world a better one. 

And so there are people ....

#36

One day I came to Tuscola Illinois.

Why? A visit to Mr and Mrs Mayer. A farmer. 

The crisis for the Corn and farming in the US. Huge fields.

The horizon was in sight. For me the middle of the Praire. 

Stayed in a Motel, type Psycho. Visited the Sheriff, the Jail,

the Teacher, the office and Editor of Tuscola Journal.

Had drawings from the visit published.

Had lunch at Dixie Truckers Home.

Listened to a Pianola, Gershwin, Berlin and had

dinner at the Teachers home. 

Spoke to a very, very old woman who once,

in her youth had visited the Fjords of Norway.

Drank Budweiser, got drunk.

This was a kind of America I only had seen in movies.

I stayed three nights in Tuscola,

then we went southwards, Gert and I. 

New Orleans.