Session is over. A painting is finished. And as always I have squirted out too much paint on my palette. Cadmium red, yellow ochre, burnt sienna and preussisk bleu. I can’t just leave these little piles of paint and go home and cook dinner. Dinner has to wait. My art teacher at The Colorado Institute of Art once said. ”Being a little hungry is good …
Black Friday. A black day for earth.
I walked into a big department store here in Sweden yesterday. First I get all exited. So much nice looking stuff. Smart gadgets, pretty clothes, shiny kitchen supplies, stylish make up, little things here and there that I – don’t need. Not at all. I believe in small scale productions, locally made things, unique, one of a kind handcrafted pieces or wearing out clothes instead …
Dress Code
When I paint people a personality behind the faces emerge. Unintentionally a little story tells me why and what I need to include or exclude in a painting. I tend to exclude more than I include but even so, in my head I have the full story. The Swedish summer this year was cold. My sleeveless dress on the closet door was ready to be …
Fresh flowers on a friday.
Angels and softness. I start working with brushes, with colors on the palette that I like. Slowly the image emerges and as I go along with it, I get a sudden urge of what the painting needs. A different approach. More life. This is not a still life. It needs motion. It needs a credit card, (old one:-) to move around the paint so that …