July 29, 2018

Swedish Covert Nazi Rally



This upcoming election in Sweden won't be as much about voting for something as voting against -- namely, the party called the Swedish Democrats or SD for short. They're as democratic as Hitler was and wish to come in the same way. In front, Jimmie Å. (that I've drawn before) who spearheads this Trojan horse. Behind, the woodheads of openly Nazi hooligans.

It is no coincidence that they become more numerous as the "civilized" Nazi party is gaining ground -- one might compare this relationship to the one between the NSDAP (that wanted support from respectable sources) and the SA (that wanted to beat your head in). I sense the same kind of "Good Cop / Bad Cop" setup now.

And after them, on this slippery slope, there'd be swastikas without any makeup covering at all.


And here they come.


July 22, 2018

"I'm melting!"

Sweden is burning, I am melting. Too hot for any real art; this sketch might have to do for this week. The ink misbehaved too, it just went dry in an instant (that's not normal!) and a general feeling of this-can't-go-on accompanies this humble drawing. We're melting. I'm melting.



July 15, 2018

Heart In Vitro

A picture for my little (perpetual) book project; for me it symbolises a life kept on hold for indefinite time...

What do you think it is?


It would be for the part set in Hell, i.e., a factory, where the souls of all workers are being held captive in vitro. They may have weekends, they may have vacations. But their souls are stuck back there, pickled in jars. It's not very original: Charlie Chaplin expressed this well in Modern Times, Foucault explored this thralldom with a long leash as a philosopher, and so on. The paper-filled cubicles-with-a-roof in which academics dwell (as I saw during my University days -- no room for thought in those caves!) give me something like the same feeling.

Now for something really odd: This image of captivity was painted in perfect liberty -- in my little boat, resting in the reeds (it's the best way to park it) (one has to know how to get out of this greenery, though) and it was very warm and I had to finish quickly. I think that improved the work a lot.


Let's have a closer look at the heart. The underpainting was blue (after inking and erasing pencil, as usual when I'm on a working vacation from Photoshop) then careful but quick light washes of various red hues ("God, it's hot today!") while I did my best not to boil away. Voilà!


July 08, 2018

Details from A New Work in the Age of Hypocrisy

Yours Sinc., standing dangerously near a nice little Occupational burnout, only shows you a few details from an ongoing work, made on the side, believing that Time makes perfect. The image (presently named Planned Obsolescence, for reasons that will be explained later) contains, as you see, hands...


...emerging from a hopeless mess...


...and create a great deal of mess in others.


(You also see structures from my own shots, as so often before -- I believe that it compensates for the digital lack of grain and real brushstrokes.)

I can't handle more than one mess at a time, and the past week saw me meeting one hypocrite too many in this already stressful world -- the last straw.

Now I'll go back to trying to breathe. There are days when one wonders if Oxygen is the right brew really.

July 01, 2018

An Apple and a Hand and Neither of Them is That



"This is not a pipe." This is not an apple, and a hand doesn't grow from it. Or, yes it is, and it does, but not up close. Dalí had fun with this before me; things that, up close, look like something entirely different than when viewed from medium distance or afar.

What don't we do to mess with your brains.

Up close, you can clearly see that the apple is made up of strawberry fragments, multiplied and tweaked in various ways.


The shadow of the hand is made up of fragments of Ms. Olsson, who kindly sent me the picture of the strawberries. (Among other things.)


On a serious note, we humans seem to be biologically incapable of grasping this micro and macro in the same time. For instance: I might be structurally guilty of this and that but on a personal level I might still be angelically innocent. Or: I might do seemingly evil things that are explained in the light of our unjust society, environment, What You Will. I'd like to go back to these impossible things someday, with something more pointed than apples that happen to be structurally strawberries. Or if it was the other way around. -

As for now, enjoy the fruit/berries.