Monthly Archives: November 2010

DÄMONER!!! – a one man ex hi bi tion gone self help Pain Ting Blagg powsth

I’d like to try to briefly recall this recent period of my life and what happened during a short week in this month of November, 2010. My one-man show, DÄMONER!!!, was open for only six days and ended Thursday last … Continue reading

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August Strindberg

2009, 85cm x 100cm, oil on canvas August Strindberg (1849-1912) was a Swedish playwright and novelist. As I made my way to Stockholm in the autumn of 2009 I had the idea that I wanted to begin with exhibiting compositions … Continue reading

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Då Han Talade om Dämoner (When He Spoke of Demons)

2009, 85cm x 60cm, oil on canvas Ingmar Bergman (1918-2007), Swedish film- and stage director. In 2001 I lived in Stockholm for half a year, learning how to paint under the strong tutelage of Irina Gebuhr among others, at Idun … Continue reading

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The judge on war, excerpt from BLOOD MERIDIAN, Cormac McCarthy

Chapter 17, page 248 The judge cracked with the back of an axe the shinbone on an antelope and the hot marrow dripped smoking on the stones. They watched him. The subject was war. The good book says that he … Continue reading

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”Job” – Léon Bonnat

1880, 63 3/8 inches x 50 ¾ inches, oil on canvas

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“The Crucifixion” – Léon Bonnat

  1874, oil on canvas

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DÄMONER!!! – utställning i Gamla Stan, Stockholm

Jag vill härmed hälsa er välkomna till ”DÄMONER!!!” – En personlig exposition av måleri, inspirerad av diverse förebilder, prestationsångest, och frågor rörande identitet. Parallellt med ett händelserikt skede i mitt liv har färdigställandet av denna show inneburit en ovärderlig resa. … Continue reading

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excerpt from BLOOD MERIDIAN, Cormac McCarthy

Chapter 17, page 243 He watched the fire and if he saw portents there it was much the same to him. He would live to look upon the western sea and he was equal to whatever might follow for he … Continue reading

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