Krakow, beauty on the road

Krakow, last summer, hand made art work substitutes industrial design? Or at least more fun while driving!

Orvieto, hiding a secret

Orvieto, the Etruscan city built on the volcanic mountain in Umbria

Orvieto, hides a secret. The city is built on a volcanic mountain. Inside the mountain the Etruscans long time ago digged a network of galleries and caves. Deep down in the mountain there was fresh drinking water. To reach the water they digged narrow, deep shafts. They are very deep.

Here is the secret, the mystery. When digging deeply inside a mountain you need light. Inside the cave it's totally dark. And when working down there you'll need oxygen to breath. But there is no oxygen. Still they did it, and nobody knows how!

Every era of history and every culture brings its own specific knowledge. Because every problem exists in a unique context of time and space. And by knowing the context you'll solve the problem!

Stockholm, two months ago...

Stockholm, two months ago. I left this photo in the harddrive and forgot it. I was fed up with the snow. Today it's okay...

Stockholm, time is gone

Stockholm, when you get older you get wings and are constantly flying through your own ages, kind of weightlessness. Easily I am the child with a gaping face absorbed by the fantastic story that will soon be told. Time is gone.

From inside, a hand, what is it about?

From inside, I decided to paint a hand and began to draw the outlines of my own. Open hand, friendly or aggressive, hand that has been working or hand that will work, old or young, helping or seeking. The outlines were easy made, the expression more difficult. Which story should arise from this hand?

The hand that was created is interesting, at least for myself. It arises questions and offers possibilities. And nothing is ever quite obvious.

From inside, walking the baby

From inside, it was long ago, the child was quite small, just a baby. It was in October and the parents were out walking. The Mother looks happy, the Father maybe a bit worried. They don't seem to bother about the cool and windy weather.

In real life the parents did not at all look this way, and there was no dog. But these things the baby couldn't know about.

From inside, clouds, smoke and empty talking

From inside, some paintings remain at the floor waiting to be put up on the wall. Maybe it's not yet their time or maybe their time has already passed. These paintings appear like new whenever I notice them. And I wonder what this one is about: clouds, smoke or empty talking?

By the way this seems to be a man who doesn't notice you but who want to be regarded himself. In my opinion his clothes are ridiculous.

Faugères, oh what a bread!

Faugères, oh what a bread! Some glasses of that charming wine in a cool bottle, made from Grenache, Cinsault and some Carignan, all traditional varieties, some olives and a piece of sausage, dried in the sun. Sitting at the hillside. A simple memory – that remains.

Nearby, an animal standing and a man waiting

Nearby, again a cool day. The small decorated animal shakes and shivers. The huge man waits quietly for the animal to sit down and do what it is supposed to do. But it doesn't.

I remain there for a while, regarding, then respectfully leave. Inside is a feeling that I have experienced something important.

From inside, Fish and Bird

From inside, today I painted a story. It was about a Bird and a Fish that lived for many years together. The Bird up in the sky, the Fish deep down in the sea. One day the little fish disappeared, and the Bird found itself alone up in the sky. That was the story. But in the painting the Fish is there and the Bird is gone. So looking at the picture is not the same as listening to the story.

New Zealand, so fresh

South Island, far downwards, eastern coast. In the middle of the deep, white Swedish winter I incidently see this photo. And remember the black sand, the green, fresh sea, the blue sky. The salted air, the wind. And waves rolling, rolling, rolling. First was the Picture, then was the Word. Right?

Kvarnvik, snow on the roof

Kvarnvik, Yesterday I had a phone call from a friend living close to my summer cottage. He told me about snow on the roofs. You know, a thick layer of snow may be too much for a roof, and the house may break down. So I went down there and did some work up on the roofs. Like on this little cottage with a thick, white cap. It was a great, sunny winter day. A winter day as I remember winter days from my childhood.

Stockholm, ship, ice and words gone away

Stockholm, I walked by this morning and when regarding the ship I began thinking of inspiring things. And now in the evening, when writing, the words are gone. Things gone away remind me about time leaving. This makes me sad.

Okay, the photo is there. Ship, ice and light. And I like that.

At sea, meetings

At sea, from and to different directions, we meet for a while.

From inside, how are you going?

From inside, going around is always nice.

Stockholm, living at the frozen sea

Stockholm, walking along the coastline, boats and small ships are gently sleeping waiting for a warmer season. But in some of them are burning lamps: here are some people living. Eating a breakfast sandwich, regarding people strolling by.

Stockholm, good morning!

Stockholm, chilly winter morning, I take a walk to the job, normally about 45 minutes but today a little more – yes, a bit more actually. I stop every second step just to admire the wonderful pictures around my head. The sky is clear and will become blue within som thirty minutes, there is no wind and the snow sounds funny under my feet, crack, crack, crack.

The light is great. Time to remember.