#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. 

#35

El Paso.100 degrees Farenheit. 

Rio Grande just a tiny brook. Helicopters hovering.

Empty streets. Sketching and painting in the shade of a traffic sign. 

Quickly. Suffering in the heat. Stayed in El Paso just two days.

Then northwards, New Mexico. 

#34

Very early I learned to know Anders Zorn

Every evening, just before sleep, I was studying  a picture

painted by him. Djos Mats was the title of the painting.

Djos Mats, a shoemaker, sitting at his desk, glasses and 

hat on. Leaning over his workbench.

I gazed at the picture. hanging over the sofa, and 

I was so amazed over how it was done ... small dots

of color, just on the tip of the glasses, a stroke of 

cadmium on the ear .... wonderful.

I tried to find out what 

made the light in the shoemakers eyes so vibrant..  

I wondered and wondered and then 

I fell asleep. 

Many times have I been to Mora and the Museum.

And I am still astonished when I see the pictures shown there. 

He was a marvellous artist.

I made this picture for an article about Mora

and Zorn. Published in GP.

Years ago.  

#33

The summer is gone.

Now back in business. September is just around the corner. 

 Let us start with this little picture. I have drawn many lighthouses.

Some gigantic, other just twinkling lamps.

Kungsbacka is a small twinkling one. 

So, I took this perspective. 

A little bit of the Swedish west-coast.

#32

I remember the day I made this drawing. 

Ulf Nystroem, a nerd on trains and tracks, and so 

pleasant to work with, had initiated a serie of 

reports on old industrial railways.

This was our last commission on that subject. 

And so we went by this engine

heavy laden with timber. Up in Dalsland.

Slowly, very slowly, we passed old stations, green fields

and meadows, glittering lakes and rivers.

The track was not in the best shape and

there were a good deal of tossing.

We brought sandwiches and coffee.

It was a summer day in 2008.

#31

What is this?

I flip through my files.

Thousands of drawings pass by.

Mostly done during my time at the paper.

And I wonder.  

What kind of text was this picture

accompanying for example? 

Bad meat.

To many mice around.

Dirty shops. 

Murderer.

A story for children.

Haven´t got a clue.

Probably done during my "heydays".

Mid eighties. 

I enjoy the lightbulb and

the stiff tail. 

Were you allowed to smoke

in a butchers´shop?

#30

FOUR PICTURES. NO WORDS.

#29

I spent some time in Venice. 

The Real Venice. And this picture came to mind. Two and a middle.

Some water in red and blue,a  bleak sun. 

The black spot above? 

All done in chalk. Not too large. 

And like most things turning up here; 

it was done a long, long time ago.

I might go to Venice?  

#28

Spent a couple of years doing fashion drawing. 

Perhaps I was too realistic for the time. I liked it very much though..

 Close to catwalk, Mont Blanc and paper in my knee. 

Sketching. Back to my hotel, where I had fixed a little bit of a studio.

Finished my sketches. Aquarell-painting.

Loading sketchbox and on it again. 

There could be three, four shows a day. 

This is Kenzo. He was big by the time. 

Had his show in his premises.

Place des Vicoires.

Found this picture in my archive.