Oh my, a new one man show in the calendar. Jan 22 on the glorius Galleri Vända Sida, a 25 something meter wall at the public library. Strange thing, this Linköping habit of turning walls into galleries. Maybe the proverbial white cube is on it´s way out, but a white sheet isn´t much of an improvement. My last show, at Galleri ALKA, also in Linköping, was also a wall. Just a wall.

Hooray for galleries that dare to emphasize the flatness of true art (i.e. painting).

Salon de Refusés

Today a letter reached me, telling me that two of the paintings i submitted to the regional Salon was rejected. I sort of hoped that all three of them should be thrown out, thus adding to my self-inflation by defining me as truly avant-garde. But alas, one shitty little painting managed to penetrate the impenetrable, rendering me a middle of the road, bland little hack of a painter.

Then again, I´m now officialy invited to the show opening mingle party. Might mean free booze, i.e. a microscopic plastic glass of plastic wine. Might also mean close encounters with the Linköping Art Groupies, unless they get competely soaked from all that wine and stumble on their Zimmer Frames.

Anyway, I feel I should share my rejected little darlings with the world, before they fade away into oblivion.

 The first one is from my Uppsala series and not really a favourite, probably because it has got better siblings in the suite. 

 

The second one is called Boom Box and is, to me, a seminal work of extreme beauty.