When I was in my teens I used to do aquarelles of the very typical houses of the Stockholm archipelago. They were not depictions of actual houses but rather my fantasies of ideal ones. And they were more than houses, they were living things, perhaps growing out of the dirt like mushrooms. These thoughts have come back to me, here’s a recent one.
I’m proud to announce my participation in the new fine art supplies web shop Färg.se. The company has been around since 1989, but this is a complete refurbishing of their art material supplier brand. It’s been work day and night for the past few months, and tonight we went public.
This is one expression of my passion for art materials. It’s also a way for me to remedy the stalemate that has had a grip of the Swedish art supplies business all since well before I was born. There has been a dead post-modern silence around materials, their possibilities, how certain effects are achieved, what does not work and how to make things last.
Ironically enough, in one sense post-modernism was about not letting rules, materials or opinions hinder the artist’s expression. Now that expression is eroding away in the hands of desperate conservators. I’m in no way trying to diminish any conceptual, aesthetic or philosophical conquests of this era, but I question those who bow before this dogmatic non-dogma.
Handling quality materials is similar to cooking. A passionate chef would never dream of taunting quality groceries or sharp knives, nor would a musician belittle fine instruments. But among artists it has for decades been considered unartistic, unfree, to have an interest in one’s tools.
The real effect of this has not been generations of genius creativity, but rather ignorance about longevity and blind conformity to advertisements of the material conglomerates. Yes they are conglomerates. The art material industry is one of the oldest in the world and today most traditional brands have been acquired by financial groups.
Well, we’re here to change that. Welcome to:
¡Continua la lucha!
I actually finished this years ago. The figure is an unfinished underpainting with the plan to do an experiment in Caravaggio chiaroscuro. But the grisaille against the rose madder lake background made me hesitate, I liked it too much. I had longed to make a chiaroscuro portrait so I was hesitant wether to continue or not. Other work came in the way and the decision was postponed.
One day an artist friend came by. She reacted with amazement. I trust her artistic intuition, so when telling her my plans, she said: No, it’s finished! You must see that!
She has guided me before in aesthetic dilemmas. I now do consider the painting finished, and I can—tail between legs—finally varnish it and deliver it to my brother.
For logistic reasons I had to temporarily settle for an atelier in Västberga. Much gratitude to Inspira and Screentec. High ceilings, rough enough for not having to care, daylight from west (and south). The room makes me efficient. Things are falling in place. Always a good exercise to move your tools in the sense of getting to know what is really necessary for work.
Sometimes what would seem like the most ideal place for inspiration can be distracting. This time, luckily, that was not the case. After a stressful period of many changes I suddenly found myself in an ancient space with a relatively cool breeze (43°C outside). Finally just me and the inner world. And a glass of whine …