l'Église ....

l'Église Saint-Séverin á Paris, min mästarstudie/-tolkning i originalstorlek (120x90cm).
En plats för ärlighet, och härlighet 

"A painting is only complete, when it has the shadow of God in it ..." (Rembrandt)

Passions

Emotions Ina a Storm - the color yellow

So here the next one in the series "Emotions In a Storm ..." - this

in the color yellow. It is the color of the sun, harvesting, plentitude and enlightenment ...,

but it is also the color of cowardice, doubt and uncertainty.

We are on earth for a short time, but also a (do) good time.

At times we are all in the gutter, but some of us

still look at the stars .. from there.

As I walk the fields of Gold ....

You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold

 

Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold

 

I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left we'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

 Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley
 

See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold

 

 

The summer of 2018

Furiously HAPPY !

So it's back to work ... but it's been a very special and active summer ...

Flowers 💐 4U

Painting in Provence ...

Eroo

The touch,
that caress -
along the..
arousing ..
all the inner ..
warmth..

Logic isn't the answer

"In matters of the heart, 

logic is a systematic method 

of arriving at the wrong conclusion 

with confidence."

Sennelier watercolors on Arches hotpressed 300 grm 40x55 cm

one more in the series "In a Storm ..  "

The smell of her hair

I did this 40x60 cm "doodle" with regular ball point pens ... thinking of the smell of her hair ...

Zürich smile

There was a time

when we looked 

at one another

and we'd smile those smiles

of the secret we shared;

that we both knew

we had found

what the whole world

was looking for

and it was ours.

Ina State of Red

”Kunst gibt nicht das Sichtbare wieder, sondern macht sichtbar” (was in uns Lebt) - #PaulKlee ... finally a week #inmystudio (and not travelling to client meetings and conferences) ... so a little time for another #watercolorstudy - in my series of women in color (”In a State ...”) #workinprogress #wedidntasstrangers #endedasstrangers (not a great shot and still Work-In-Progress ..)

Valentine

Fredmans Morgonpsalm

igen

Mitt Hjärta ...

Here the first three of a series of watercolors

using different techniques 

(on Arches hot pressed 300 grm,

41x65 cm and Sennelier &

Schmincke colors)

”Ina mood ..”

Valentine’s Karma

Darkness - 

just a a faint silhouette remains with and of me .... 

happy V day

Strö granris på min bädd
Och låt mig födas naken
Min mor var inte vaken
Och jag var inte rädd
Längst ner i de bittra schakten
Bor dom som fruktar makten
Om kölden blir för sträng
Lägg granris i min säng
Lägg granris i min säng

Strö ris på min pulpet
Och ta en klunk av bläcket
Kom till mig under täcket
Dela min ensamhet
Nu är vi lika gamla
Kom låt visiret ramla
Kom tänd ett litet bloss
Strö granris över oss
Strö granris över oss

Strö granris vid min port
Häng nyckeln på kroken
Vem bad dig låna boken
Lämna tillbaks den, fort
Du fredens återställare
Med klang och ryska smällare
Du snö som föll i fjol
Lägg granris på min stol
Lägg granris på min stol

Lägg granris vid min grav
Låt inga präster höras
Gör vad som måste göras
Marskalkar bryt min sömn
Så faller det till sist dock
Tre skovlar på mitt kistlock
Nu får jag ge mig av
Lägg granris vid min grav
Lägg granris vid min grav

(Fredrik Åkares Morgonpsalm)