October 16, 2016

Don Quixote Sketch

'Look! I'm tired today after heavy rowing in rough seas, but I've just made a sketch of the greatest hero of all times, Don Quixote de la Mancha.'
'Don Quixote? Wasn't he the madman who attacked windmills, believing they were giants? Absurd! Quixotic!'
'Precisely! And that's what is so heroic. It wouldn't be heroic at all if they really were giants. Then they would've called for the Don at once. How many other active giantfighters did they have in la Mancha? Not very many.'
'But he lost! He got hurt! He could not win!'
'See what I mean. And he did it anyway. -- Mind, It would be equally heroic to claim that giants are windmills if everyone else believed windmills to be giants. Such an obnoxious person would get in trouble with Society, and in one way or another they'd hurt our hero just as much.'
'But how did that stupid action make Don Q. a hero? I don't understand!'
'And you never will. You're a safe nine-to-fiver. If you live in a democracy, you go to work. If you live in a Soviet state or in the Third Reich, you go to work. You hold brave little speeches of accepting reality and growing up and being normal. You are not brave.'
'But we make society work! We sacrify our days, our freedom!'
'You sacrify nothing. You are windmills, you were made for this and really can't think of anything else than producing very standard flour. Is there any love in your work? Or do you just grind sad wheat for cheap white bread without soul? -- No, it takes a hero to question you, to endure the constant beating of your wings. One definitely has to be mad if one is to question reality. You need quixotic madness if the world is to change for something better. You need madness if any world is to remain. This includes windmills.'

October 09, 2016

Meeting in Wonderland

For Susanne, who requested owls --

This is the kind of meeting that could end just any way. Owls turn into something else. Those other Somethings do look a bit shady, but one never knows...

There are rabbits too. And they happen to be blue. It's a very normal Wonderland Rabbit colour.

October 02, 2016

Post no. 200 of Paintstakingly

Dear readers,

With heartfelt thanks for following these serious follies I give you post no. 200, a movie with flashbacks and a little piano by Yours Sincerely; you might recognize the song sometimes after a while... And sometimes not. It is sort of surreal music, thus, to go with sort of surreal imagery.


September 25, 2016

Autumn Alla Prima

This quick little experiment was made with a lot more water than usual, just to see what would happen. (Normally, I'm quite a coward.) I found that the rough splashes contrasted nicely with the even Art Noveau lines of the stems. And there really were two cute children there to make the little thing more interesting.

The trick, of course, is to add the reds to the greens precisely in time. Too late, and it goes dry and boring. Too early, and it goes smudgy and boring. On the top of that, I was a bit worried about whether the paper would accept this much water. But it did. It was very well glued around the edges, so it didn't go accordion despite being a little too thin really. Some soak and stretch the paper before starting. But they usually use larger sheets -- and more patience. I was born without patience.

September 18, 2016

Electric Beetles

Dear readers,
This week gives us Electric Beetles...

The speckled background I made quite a while ago without having a clue what to do with it. It came in handy now. I use it straight, inverted and so on, saving the image from being too flat.

Ah, the electric beetles! I met some sort of beetle the other day. It took a break from whatever beetles do to crawl on my arm. Hello, Mr. Beetle. A fine day, isn't it? Warm for being September, I'd say...
It had an odd square on its back; a pattern of pointed little orange strands resembling the nodes (wossname?) of a microchip or so. It didn't look much like my beetles do now, but an idea was born and newborn ideas have to be nursed carefully. What do you think of the result? (You're very welcome to write a comment below.) I wish that Mr. Beetle knew about it.

September 11, 2016

Hummingbirds, Colouring Experiment

Having done digital smudge for quite a while (see, for instance, my Rucksack of Life) I decided that I wanted to try some vastly different means of colouring. So here I used different kinds of lines.

I like the blend of cute (hummingbirds) and not cute (sipping and sapping the strength out of our poor fellow). I am also happy that we don't do this in any kind of realistic manner (not to mention photorealistic) as if reality had any kind of inherent appeal. One might as well try to be a little decorative instead. Let's look closer, almost by the pixel:

September 04, 2016

The Word Puzzler

This one I made for dear friend Sophie, who runs ordpusslaren.se

It is in Swedish, with quirks, and about writing in this wonderfully quirky language too.

August 28, 2016

Sad Apple Tree

A little ink-and-aqua from a garden with an apple tree. It is somewhat sad, despite being a fine specimen of Transparent blanche.

The proper yellowish green, typical for this variety, was gained through light underpainting with indigo blue, later followed by lemon yellow on top.

Up close; the ladybug was on the chair that I intended to sit on when I started, so I let it have its time and a good place in the work. Spots of red was precisely what it needed, save but for the red tear. It adds balance to the composition, not happiness. Perhaps you can't have both.

August 21, 2016

Second Hand Love, Finished w. Colours

It does look better with colours. At first I felt that the petals should be some lilac-tannish, but thought the better of it. No -- we put those hues around instead. The same with the hands: I had every impossible Not A Hand Hue underpainted before adding skin and rosiness. And then I made care not to overwork but to finish before I was done...

...how appealing isn't the aquarelle to a surrealist then! You paint by not painting. You add the wrong colours to build up the right feeling. And you finish by not finishing. A Taoist might find this pleasing too; a Nothing that creates Everything.

August 14, 2016

Second Hand Love, Work in Progress

Yours Sincerely has been quite busy with music, including some commissioned for a little movie and whatnot, and finds little time for art -- but this is what's brewing... Ink on aquarelle paper, with colours whenever I can. And the working title is Second Hand Love.

(I've also done some work done on the Dalí ABC mentioned a few weeks ago but don't deem it ready to fly yet. There's a serious streak of perfectionism. Patience is a virtue. You're very virtuous.)

August 07, 2016

Mandala of Sorts

I just finished this (so perhaps we're running a few minutes late) and it is, as the title says, a Mandala of some kind.

I suppose that it is made up of... well, what it has to be made up of. Fragments of desire, I suppose. Hands, Octopus stuff, and so on. But I really don't know. It is a fractal, somehow, with some seriously flawed mathematics in it. And so, I feel, is Life.

Some would call it a dreamcatcher. As long as one is free from nightmares, daily and nightly, I'm fine.

July 31, 2016

Green Subway Heart

This vision emerged from my subaquatic states of mind among other sea monsters; they were not as nice, so here goes...

The Stockholm Sub is nowadays more streamlined -- and less often green. But I grew up with white stripes on green, and in my heart they're still green and boxy somehow. So I give you this heart... Welcome to our little corner of the seas, sort of.

July 24, 2016

Swedish Turducken; a Sketch.

It is thanks to the National Geographic that I know the odd concept of the Turducken, i.e. a turkey stuffed with a duck which in its turn is stuffed with chicken. It is sort of kinky. And as I've been very busy with music this week I've had much to say (the world now being a perfect terroristic madhouse) but little time to say this visually. But I bring you the very Swedish, middleclassy concept of vovve-villa-volvo; the alliterations translate as doggy-housey-volvo (the Volvo was a popular car brand) and were a Turducken in its own right. Some people think that this odd roll of meats is all that one wants in Life.

And I have so much to say about Sweden and Turduckenish mentality, on being safe-and-sorry, but presently I refrain.

July 17, 2016

Kittymathical Music

Meow. This week, Yours Sincerely taught himself to play some of the sometimes beautiful but rather abstruse music by Paul Dessau; he wrote the score for The Good Person of Szechwan. My piano fingers are to support the singer through the often beautiful but labyrinthine tunes onstage quite soon, and we don't get much time at all to practice... (One might say that I'm in the department of Emergency Music.) While struggling to follow the tunes (they are floating in a most peculiar way from harmony to atonality and back again) I came to this conclusion: This music is written by a cat, walking on the keys... No. It is written by two purring furries: One who walked on the keys. And another who tried to write it down with paws dipped in ink. I find no other explanation.

The paper that I found is rather old -- 50's, actually, and has yellowed -- gone tan, even, quite nicely. A little pencil, a little ink, and there goes. Meow.

July 10, 2016

Monumental Surreal Dance, an Experiment

I am partly happy with the outcome. The work has an odd, voodoo feeling to it, on the positive side. On the negative, the paper cuts could've been better integrated into the final look, now we have more of an uneven collage, with my (heavily distorted) footage adding a third style to the already confused jumble.

The hand I called, lacking a better name, the Besserwisser Monument. The dancers went black as this contrasted the white peonies=dresses well. (The dancers are digital and the flowers are from my camera.) Pictures from the process:

Another time I might not mix styles like this. But it was interesting to see.

The final result is a veritable mess, but sort of funny. I might make it a poster some day. At least the dancers seem to have fun. Details:

Here's another. I didn't bother that much with perspective or suchlike.

Next week, I might get back to the Dalí ABC again. But I had to try this one. And now yours sincerely needs sleep.

July 03, 2016

Oenophobia and ABC

I love sober people. I love drunk people. Above all, I love people who are pleased with their thirsty, dry or even amphibian selves and don't impose themselves on others. Thank you dear, for caring about my liver... No dear, it's my liver, not yours... I'm Grown Up, remember? With one of those supposedly caring naggers in mind, this was drawn.

Let's take a closer look. The eyes I think grew on the fact that people of this disposition tend to blame alcohol for everything, bad weather included (or you could always try) and see little else. The castle -- is a castle...

There's a snail train too -- don't know what it does there. General frustration, I suppose, not cured by Oenophobians. (The word stems from Greek oinos, wine and phobia, of course.)

On an entirely different note I've added a little more on the Dalí ABC of last week. But progress is slow and enthusiasm is low, so I hope that I'll finish it off soon.


Ps. Not much remains of the pattern that I used for the ground and the sky, but I'm sort of happy with it, irregular irregularity...

June 26, 2016

Letters, Dalírium and Hospitalisation

I hope that I'll get to finish this one (I'll get to the reason below) which is all in homage to the melting Dalí watch, sine qua non. I started with this, wondering: Dalí painted his first soft watches in the early Thirties (when they were already beginning to fall out of fashion) and today they're quite uncommon. Does this make them more or less surreal?

This is how far I got "at press time". Especially O, and then N, forms the basis for the others:

I suppose that it's no mean feat to keep this blog up and running for week after week, year after year without missing a beat (at least not by very much) -- but I'm human. As I write this I'm going to hospital where they're going to do quite awful things to my face, all thanks to the madman of last week (q.v.) so we'll see if I'm fit for Paintstakingly next week or too much in Pain, or too deep into hospitalisation. Spur-of-the-moment drawing:

June 19, 2016

Black Eye Peacock

Within a few days, a fortnight maximum I'll have to face surgery -- my cheekbone is broken -- but at least I finished this... I've been assaulted by yet another madman -- this time despite all precautions, on an ordinary subway train and not during the latest empty hours either -- so happily there were others there. Now, what can one do? The black eye -- this is funny English as it's actually a beautiful deep purple -- a hue that would grace a peacock. So it ended up like this:

Here you see some of the work in progress. The eyes...

Beginning on the peacock...

Then it wasn't difficult (save but for the constant pain) to sketch the outlines for the rest. Note that the downy neck of the bird is related to the beard...

So. Let's make the lines a little better.

Close to my home there's a nice Japanese family and they grow a most beautiful Cherry tree, so I took some pictures when it was in full bloom...

...and now I use some for the peacock.

What else can you do with a purple black eye?

June 12, 2016

Beginning, Perhaps Without an End

I don't know if I'll ever get around to finishing this one. But starting things is fun. From the middle of the jumble, inked (oil might join -- if I feel like it)

Another detail. (You see some pencil too that I haven't cared to erase yet.)

It is really a little too elaborate, and we'll see if I'll make it any further. And as for the Meaning of the whole thing... I'm the last one to know, as usual. But there's a point in pointlessness, and especially Sweden, so sure of itself, so rational, so purposeful... is a country that gravely needs pointlessness.