Painting

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 I for various reasons associated with Stockholm. Strindberg may not have lived in Stockholm his entire life, but to me he most definitely is Stockholm.
I’m not an avid reader of books, although of what I’ve read in Swedish literature I find Strindberg to be the best. The language and the temper, it’s all so very rich. Somehow I can relate to the anger this crazed writer so beautifully expressed. I marvel at every page in his books, and no other author has done that for me.

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 Lovén School of Art.
At the time there was a cinema in the city which for some reason showed a series of films for free, one every Wednesday. Having little money, and being Mr. lonely-boy, I went and saw every one of them by myself.
Ingmar Bergman’s “Cries and Whispers” (1972) was to be a turning-point in my life as a cineaste. On several occasions during the film I fell into tears without really understanding why. Where was the sad music? Where were the usual deceptions, broken hearts and the tears? Why was I trembling? The ways in which this drama affected me were new and overwhelming. Intensely and intimately it spoke to something deep within me. I loved it.
That day Hollywood left my life, and a new world of humanistic film entered.

Autoportrait

The main reason I’ve painted so many self portraits is obvious – I’m blessed with divine facial structure and colors. Even if I were ever to paint one poorly, it would still look good. I am grateful.
They’re so good in fact that I’ve managed to sell only one, and that time it was because my grandimama tricked both me and the client.
However, apart from being freakishly handsome, and aside from the benefit of always being around as subject for a portrait, there is something strangely alluring with studying your own face. As with all interpretation of nature it’s endlessly interesting how things you’ve looked at a million times still look different every time you see them anew.
I’m 32 years old. How often have I seen my face in the mirror? Still I can’t say that I’ve ever seen the same face twice.
Think about it, there are so many variables to this equation that is the painting of one self.

Probably all just a wanker’s poor excuse.

Self Portrait 2009

2009, 45cm x 50cm, oil on canvas

Caricature

2008, 55cm x 70cm, oil on canvas

I present to you the worst piece of shit ever to have left my creative hole.

Sketch For Caricature

2007, 40cm x 29cm, oil on canvas

Baroque Oregonian Swede

2006, 45cm x 60cm, oil on cotton

Best of Show, Artkudos 2006 International Juried Art Competition & Exhibition.
Featured in Fine Art Connoisseur Magazine.

Collar

2006, 25cm x 30cm, oil on canvas

I gave this one to The Florence Academy of Art. I think it’s a great painting, it just saddens me that it surely enhances the image the people down there have of me – the one of a dick.

Study for Sun

2006, 25cm x 30cm, pencil on paper

Chest

2006, 23cm x 28cm, pencil on paper