Come Down to Larry's

There's one week left on the exhibition at Larry's Corner (Street address: 35 Grindsgatan) -- Embassy of the United States of Diaspora in Stockholm. Wonderful Americans and Weird ones, a charming Canadian lady and some perfect extraterrestrials etc. etc. -- humanoids too odd and lovely and human for the New World or the Old all wash up here; and Swedes weird enough join them. I sort of fit in.

I add a bit more on my sad whale (see one fortnight below) while waiting for the week to pass, and now there's some character with it that -- I don't know what this fellow is supposed to do; rub and brush probably, but I'm sure it's impossible. An overwhaleing task.

At Larry's you find everything from, say, Japanese Psychedelic Jazz to hard to-find LP's and DVD's; or next-to-banished magazines and fanzines, fabulously quirky books on any odd subject and... things you just got to have because you never could imagine that such odd stuff existed. And there's coffee too, and hot toast. (Dumb Stockholmians serve them lukewarm. You have to go here, where sandwiches know how to Steam.) My paintings are fine here. One week more to go.



(Detail from Book Tree -- (c) Joakim Ceder 2011 -- Light summerly strokes of oil on gesso'ed paper, ink and a few aquarelle colours. Now for sale on the exhibition.)