May 01, 2016

Draconic Organ



Organists are not normal. Bravely they march into the jaws of churches they've never visited before, only to meet the Organ: a vicious, untrusty creature, with who knows how many little quirks, gained through many years -- I've heard they're individuals, all with different oddities... And here the organist comes, perhaps playing music on this creature that they've never heard before, straight from the sheet. And do it well too. A very unclassic musician can but admire.



Detail. I haven't bothered with being "realistic" at all. I find it boring. The pale, delicate hands got interesting forms, I think? -- The stops have various nonsense inscribed. Wonder how they sound.



Note that the keys go in interesting angles. (The pipes were multiplied in my Box of Wonders. Thus I could spend more time doing the first one well.)



(For Helena, who gave me the idea :-)

April 24, 2016

My Vicious Circles


Thoughts that refuse to leave your mind. Persistent memories of a certain kind: They insist on returning to the person, event, days and places you'd rather not, they go round and round... A good friend complained about her "vicious circles", and without further ado, here they are. I hope that they become less vicious and circular with time.


Steel pen, gentle digital colouring, and if I ever make a poster out of it it'll look a little coarse resized, up close. Why not. Circular thoughts are coarse. Or even rude.


When thoughts are going 'round, around
There's nothing much to do.
I hope that they are somewhat false
As up and down they go.
So difficult to remember!
When they fill your mind
When they really top all over:
They're
only in your mind...
They're only in your mind...


April 17, 2016

How I Almost Died

The following doodle, whatever it might be worth, is not bad for having been done by a potentially dead person. Yours Sincerely was robbed a few weeks ago, and now feels the post-trauma settling nicely. Refusing to give up his wallet, and defending himself too little and too late, he was thus beaten into near-unconsciousness (with faint memories of having his jacket pulled of from him in the March cold by it, who had asked for a cigarette and then started beating quite surprisingly. The teeth still have to be corrected).

How nice.

As for the police, who questioned the bleeding face a few hours afterwards, they were mostly interested in the race of the offender and seemed mildly disappointed that it (I refuse to call it a person) wasn't entirely African or so, and put the investigation down sooner than you can say Hey Presto. So it might be interesting to a few to know that, thanks to the priorities of Local Law Enforcement, this lump without a soul is still scampering freely about in West Stockholm, maiming and killing locals at will.

Now, Here's the doodle. Rabbit, or so. How one might feel.


A closer look.


An earlier attempt at dealing with the subject will likely get scrapped. I got this far but didn't feel like it. I got the kind advice by a friend to draw "what lives in your hand" -- very poetical, and I received it with gratitude -- but didn't feel things living in my hand really. I remember there was a lot of blood.


April 10, 2016

Bent Jazz Trombone

Once upon a time I worked for a Jazz Club, and I made so many posters and whatnots that originals still surface. Found one right now! It was Ink and Aqua then, always (things do change fast) with a little digital embossing. I think that I used this bent jazz trombone for a newsletter.


Mildly but still consistently I infused a bit of surrealism into my works. I did a lot of cruel things to instruments -- this trombone got bent. Other instruments were melting, frying, or in mild bloom... it was Jazz, of sorts.



April 03, 2016

Lesser Pollution Demon, a Sketch.

Introducing Ms. (?) Swoosh-Osh, one of the Lesser Demons of Aviation. She (?) is nonetheless quite active in the skies above our nearby little airport around 5 p.m. daily, plane after plane come in by then, probably filled with winged commuters of one sort or another. I was testing a cell phone camera and took many -- too many -- notes of the incessant little monsters of Swoosh-Osh. (The latter I had to draw by hand.


I somehow like the coarse, raw style and did little to draw it cleaner, rather ruffling the pen-and-cardboard further with electric coarse hues. It fit well with the cruelty of pollution et al. -- and the all too sad, lustreless background (patched together with fine Frankenstein stitching): Early spring gloom.


March 27, 2016

Marketing The Great Show (and lesser ones)

Full credit for the letterhead of our quartet Haffsårkestern goes to multi-talent Corinne (top left) who also sing, play the guitar, the kazoo and sometimes the Waldorf flute... (And this link leads you straight to the event.) The pianist/illustrator merely added a little colour to that one, getting quite lost in Photoshop filters before landing here:


I think the idea with the black-and-white portraits (that were to be kept as simple as possible) on some sort of coloured background belonged to Max, who plays even more instruments that I can think of. Guitar, bass, mandolin, accordion? -- can't remember -- banjo for sure... I give up. Studio wizard too. Then we have (last but not least) Cecilia...


...whose fair voice I've also had the joy to have with me on tour in this duet, "Wild Raspberries" (Vildhallon). As usual, I had to make it rather quickly (it's part of the art) but I think it turned out allright nevertheless. Thorns for a bit of wild, hearty rawness. And berries for, well, good fruity folk music et al.


It's fun to draw for music... Vice versa, once I started to write music that was to go with a painting, aeons ago now. But I never got that very far. After a few beats I happened to sell it, and it only made music in my wallet for a while.

March 20, 2016

Perhaps It's the Flu

Without further ado I give you this Sickbed Meditation on, well, sensing how the rest of the World is enjoying itself, while the rest of the stomach wanted 1) well, not to serve as a stomach at all and 2) aspired to serve as a brain instead, with various sewery thoughts gargarrruuffluffglopping about instead of mentality.


The paper had a crease in it, a severe one, and then you might fight against or go with it. My energy was needed elsewhere. So I went with, as you see, with my usual fraternal sympathy for all things useless and discarded. When this one was done, I needed sleep badly (still do) and it's no good idea to stare at glaring screens then. So it was ballpoint (initially careful) with no possibility of correcting it. You can't correct life. So perhaps this drawing is Life, just a little. Detail:




















March 13, 2016

Some Light Sketchwork

Yours sincerely has been very tired (being happy to work with music too, had a great little concert yesterday but is now in equally great need of sleep) and is not entirely happy about the thing that he really wanted to show you, not yet... so here we have some light sketchwork, food for thought. I don't think that you've seen this one:



I read that I called it "Postcard from Silicon Valley" -- don't know why. But why not?

This one I called "Sad and Useless Object no. 1". I suppose that I wasn't in any mood really. But it doesn't look entirely sad now... the white bird is smiling, isn't it? Other forms are less definite, and what you see in them might depend on your mood.

I wish you a Happy Sunday :)


March 06, 2016

Crayon Monster and A Finished Movie

So I got the little promotional for my experimental CD finished at last. Voilà.



One normally finds me in the blues/folk corner, but this is where my muses led me, laughing hard. (Now I am happily heading back to the where I belong, writing new songs and planning new adventures with the dear Quartet...) With this over and done, I had to take my little threat of the other week seriously and draw you something monstrous with some misfit materials that I found.


The bestiary:


1) An old but still ordinary pencil (for sketching. Still worked like one)
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2) The piece of chalc-ish. (I'm not sure what it is, strictly materially speaking.) It really brought life to the highlights.
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3) A blue felt pen (too dominant, didn't use much at all)
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4) The thick, fat marker that I made the black mouth with. It is darker than the outlines, which turned out to be a good effect. (Or so I think.)
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5) A marker pen, the kind that you use to make bored highlights in textbooks with. Not what you'd use for art; thus a Must Have.
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6) Wax crayons and classic Crayola's. They didn't seem to like each other too well, and I worked with them as you do with pastels -- you leave a grainy room for the next nuance. The coarse recycled paper (see previous week) worked wonders here. -- A little violence also helped.
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7) Colour pencils, or whatever they are. Very, very shy. The blue you see a little, the yellow ones I felt sorry for.
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8) My trusty ball point pen. Blue outlines aren't as common as black. Nor are brown, cinnamon red or moss green outlines. Why? Food for thought.
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I like the detail with the childish creature. Makes the whole thing all the creepier. This total trust...


Ps. Now if you find this eerie, think of all the things that many grown-ups trust: Leaders, the State -- or even Cure-all Ideas as such... brrrrrrrr-rr-rrrr.

February 28, 2016

Squirming Recycled Paper Dance

...as drawn during a meeting that dragged into the endless; it had some fussbudget in it that went on over some trifle in the way that fussbudgets always do. So the figure had to squirm like the meeting did, perhaps dancing in some impossible way...


I'm still in love with my 100% recycled paper -- perhaps I told you before that it stood there alone on the shelf, feeling rejected. I felt a little lonely on my shelf too, and instant bonding occurred. I suppose that one could and perhaps should use fine materials on it, oil pastels and gouache and the best ink... but now I tend to go for ballpoint pens -- cheap and underrated as they are. They arrived too late to have a place in the traditional art world.

In the modern art world, Art can be Anything and be created with Anything, even ballpoint pens, which is compensated by not letting it be created by Anyone. So we select a select few and call them Artists, and then we decide that what they do is Art. Basta. -- We may always debate what Art is. And the debate will invariably be led by the same circles (also very select) that selected the Artists that are Artists so that the discussion isn't led by just Anyone, q.v. And this gives me a sort of squirmy feeling too, but I digress.

Anyhow, I am stimulated by the fact that the "paper with nine lives" (or so the manufacturers call it) seems to have many stories behind the present pages. It has seen life! -- in the form of chocking newspaper headlines, it has been love letters and death notices, it has carried bored doodles and revelations... I hope that their unknown pages of the past somehow, through some impossible dance, shall echo in what I happen to draw, a song for all the Others.

A closer look. I change the colours a little. See if feelings get warmer too.


Now, if I am drawn to slightly off and rejected materials... I think that I saw an old box of children's crayons the other day in my Muddle, Sweet Muddle; and some very dry felt pens. Hmmm. I really should finish that video first but... Hmmmm again?

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Ps. If you're curious, my particular block of reincarnated paper was born again in Latvia, found through this link.


February 21, 2016

Working Insomnia Sketch

Made instead of sleep, some nights due, so have mercy. The Vernissage that had killed so many nights before went fine, with lots of sweet dearies and gentlepeople showing up. Sadly, I could not show digital works there, such as the one below:


We'll take a closer look. A rosy red was just what this tired little study needed.


And now (as I write this it's a bit past midnight, and not even the right one) I think it's time for sleep...

February 14, 2016

Valentine Mechanics

Ah, Valentine! How strange isn't the machinery that deals between kisses and rejections, that sets souls aflame or on ice! Thus spinneth the wheel of fortune, driven by some intricate clockwork behind the Eye of the Beholder. It might not be very accurate. -- Being cogwheels, I am going to animate them later for my little music video mentioned last week. -- Anyhow, here it is: Valentine Mechanics ...


A closer look, dearies!


I started out with a ballpoint pen on a 100% recycled paper that I've just fallen in love with. It's very coarse and rough but honest and sincere, and I might tell you more after Valentine. Perhaps we'll stay happy together.


(I've just made the cogs spin. The nails fit into each other all the way through in my little animation, drawn freehand. I just had to break a few natural laws.)

Cheers! A Happy Valentine to those who valentinise!
-- Hugs, kisses and tic toc.

February 07, 2016

Vernissage Birdsong

I am still making birdsong for my Vernissage, which'll just intensify until the actual event... (After that I'll collapse like a dead Norwegian Blue Parrot.) Now you've seen The Music in Me so many times that I point you directly to my vernissage page on Facebook instead. But the letterhead for that ad is new and perhaps a little interesting...

With the benefits of digital painting, one might copy letters that resemble each other...


...and then bind them together.


Of course one might save even more time and use some gaudy font from the giant box of fonts that we now have. But it is Not That Fun! I love the craft, the shaping and re-shaping of letters... and I suspect that I, somewhwere deep down, love the waste of time too.

While all this is going on I still animate a little -- should practice for a concert too, how much to do! -- fairly "limited animation", but still something to look at. These are my strange mechanical birds...


And yes, they blow cute little bubbles. Po-te-weet!


January 31, 2016

Gently Flaming Frames and Minds

I am still working on something mindblowing -- or mindblown, at least -- for my little music video (see previous week) making both head and tails of it -- here you get legs.


These legs will do the "bicycle" in happy twists and circles. The movement is calculated by hand (Photoshop meets stop-motion)


and we take care to add some diversity to the mechanics.


Looks promising!


As if this wasn't enough, I'm still in the pre-vernissage cutting and framing department. I also repainted a frame for "Keeping Calm Helmet", flaming dark and deep, as there wasn't any matching one to buy.


Starting out with red acrylic underpaint... (beautiful! But we have to move on)


...I most gently added a bit of sooty black.


Voilà.








January 24, 2016

Framing is an Art

In one month there's yet another Vernissage -- wonderful! -- but I've quite lost count. I think this is going to be exhibition no. 18. The art is piling up...


I've had The Music Remains (q.v.) nicely framed...


(Yes, you see a nail file. I use it to adjust details when I cut the matting.)

Perhaps someone would care for this simple little thing...


In the middle of all this I consider making an animated music video for Dalírium, my organica-electronica-whatever-it-is record. It is insane -- one tends always to forget what a vampire of a time-eater animation is. The Happy Machine track would get some mechanical anatomy of sorts. A sketch:





January 17, 2016

Let's Twist Again

I am drawn to drawing things that squirm and twist and bend in impossible ways. The work below is presently untitled, and I leave it to speak for itself.


We might talk a little about lines instead. A line that you work on for a long time, twist a little more, bend, brush up, change a little, while you let the happy mad sad thoughts meander through your mind without too much harm done --- this is solace of sorts, peaceful creative trance. I like the somewhat slanted Art Noveau, or whatever it is... here it is taking form on the screen -- it could've been pencil too, but what followed might demand a computer: I threw such a lot of darkness in it, enough to soak a paper to pieces had it been an aquarelle. The lines looked like this:


And we ended up with this; much more interesting from a colour point of view (I am happy that my poor squirming being is sparkling in many contradicting, uncertain hues) but I try not to kill the play of the lines entirely.


January 10, 2016

Anxious Guitar


On my way to a date -- Heaven or Hell?
-- I started to pencil for aquarel.
The meeting -- surprise! -- for her and me
Turned Heaven -- too fast! -- to a shocking degree
For some this feels natural, for others, no
And now my guitar in messy locks go
One night it was all right to meet in such heat.
The sadder day after I heard some cold feet.

There's also a fish. It is merely there.
It might ponder this beautiful, tragic affair.