#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. 

"27

Had my watercolours

my paper and 

my brushes, probably my Mont Blanc too, and 

strolled down the Sunset Strip. Yes, it must

have been there on the strip I made this painting. 

Chevys´ I think. Some sort of club.

#26

Klaus Rifbjerg är död. 

Peter Lenken och jag träffade honom en gång

på Gyldendals förlag i Köpenhamn. 

Det blev ett reportage på Världens gång i GP. 

Det handlade om humor. 

Klaus Rifbjerg älskade, liksom jag att besöka Irland.

Jag föreslog att vi skulle göra en 

irlandsresa tillsammans. En bok om ön? 

Ja, låt oss mötas om detta svarade Klaus Rifbjerg.

Men någon sådan resa blev tyvärr aldrig av.

Läs Peter text här:

http://www.ateljelenken.com/rifbjerg/

#25

RED SEA

Today is eight years since I sailed up the Red Sea. 

Leaving Djibouti heading for Alexandria.

Red sea, The Suez canal and Mediterannean sea.

The ship was East India Ship GÖTHEBORG.

#24

#23

Venice

It is forbidden to feed the pigeons in St Marcus Sq.

There are too many of them. Irritating.

Most artists have painted Venice. Marvelous is 

Canaletto and of course Mr Turner too. 

Once Lis and I guided  two nice and gentle ladies there. 

One of them had only one and one

very important wish when being in Venice: 

to visit the bar, Harry´s bar. 

Arrigo Cipriani welcomed us as we 

sneaked in. He stood by the bar, by the door.

We got a round table on the second floor,

just by the window. Canal Grande 

just close.We had a couple

of Bellinis. I got a little bit tipsy. 

Another Bellini. 

The sun set. 

Silence.

I probably made a sketch or two. 

Three hours of my life was gone. 

I will always remember those hours.

Some years ago.

#22

#21

Archive

"I can understand how most of

the old inventions work.

But this little gadget ...."

Notice the old Macversion.

Or whatever.