3.31.2013

sea, ship.


good time.
1975. dream weaver.
beautiful cars.


   I made this print in school, in 7th grade. I went to a small private christian school at the time. I have really fond memories of the 3 years I went there, at least as far as school is concerned - it was nice.
   very small school, grades k - 9, and only a hand full of kids my age. it was a very relaxed atmosphere, I recall having brought in a portable record player and listening to 'rock' records there: elton john, grand funk, leon russell? I first heard 'dark side of the moon' there after someone brought it in. golden years. life seemed good.

(sea, ship. 1975 / 2013. 10" x 10" wood block print > iphone > iphoto > preview > instagram > iphoto)










3.30.2013

happy easter.

12 hours to nebraska.
easter and cold cereal.
southern none the less.
sven.



















memory.






years and years ago.
in the spring time, march.
saturday night.
sven.














(8" x 8", march 2013, paper, vintage paper, ink, pencil, crayon, masking tape, iphone > iphoto > preview > instagram > iphoto)
















spring come to moors.


a giant silver coffee pot.
sun pouring onto a rug by the door.
it was a long time ago.
sven.











3.29.2013

rain.


rainy evening thinking.
the lights twinkle, endlessly.
there is no pain or worry.
sven.




(8" x 8", march 2013, paper, ink, pencil, crayon, iphone > iphoto > preview > iphoto)













pedro thinks.


I remember the river.
too many times I missed them.
I can smell the water now.
sven.











morning comes.


 moon is full.
she is not here.
and morning comes.
sven.














3.28.2013

through a glass darkly.



through a glass darkly?
I was near a lake.
two paths to choose from.
sven.










3.26.2013

tuesday afternoon.



















trees rocks and dirt.
in the air tonight. mountains.
daylight always changing?
sven














3.25.2013

city and country.

   I had to go the big city yesterday, there were not too many people out and about. these are some of the skyscrapers there. below, see the hennepin co. library with several tall buildings behind, including the ids tower. the ids was the only tall building in minneapolis for many years giving the downtown area a very distinct look. it's definitely changed over the years...
   




   I worked for 2 years at the top of the ids, at the orion room / cleos. it was kind of a hassle to come and go, but it was a really cool place to work. years and years ago this was... there was quite the cast of characters working there at the time.
   cathy the dishwasher in the elevator after work: beautiful people who have just had very expensive dinner and drinks are now traveling with the person who's still sweating from washing their dishes. she was a little indifferent to the other passengers as she used to click her jaw madly to assuage the pressure in her ears from the ride down. 
   lori barbero: lori was a very nice girl and definitely tough. she would come to work dressed very punk and transform herself (as much as possible) for the floor. one night a british band, 'the lime spiders' came to 1st avenue. lori (and I, but not with lori) attended - and left with the boys on their bus after the show. no more lori. next thing I heard of her was that she was the drummer for 'babes in toyland'
   several other musicians, artists, actors and dancers worked in a tiny back of the house / kitchen, that I always thought of as like being in a submarine perched high in the sky. it was a very interesting place.

every once in awhile, late at night after work was done: mix a drink, turn on the 'oldies' channel, go into one of the smaller rooms, turn off lights, enjoy. beautiful.





   here's the armory. I saw a few concerts there. It's acoustics are not good but this is my kind of venue. I wish all indoor concerts were held at venues like this. I just much prefer the old school - industrial - utilitarian vibe of an old civic center, to these modern 'softeez toilet paper center' joints.
   70's concerts: $8-$10, mostly kids, a cloud of smoke fills the 'sky' for the evening. bottles and frisbees flying around. halls filled with colorful long haired kids in various states of buzzed. fire crackers and rock music blasting. fun. 
   in august 1978 I drove my '67 fury III from stacy to blaine, where I picked up greg marx. his father was a strict authoritarian and their family was run in a very unhappy manner. the family was basically doing homesteader stuff: big garden, everything home made etc. that day his father had ordered him to return a rabbit to the wild of my house before he could go anywhere else. he agreed and we set off, 15 blocks further and it was freedom for blinky the bunny into the nearest field we could find.    
   then we took off for bloomington to see my 1st concert: the eagles, steve miller band and pablo cruise at the old met stadium (current site: mall o' america), tickets were $10. the attendance for this show was a record 80,000 outside in the pouring rain that only let up towards the end of the night. I more or less purposefully 'got seperated' from greg at the beginning of the show and spent the rest of the night 'alone' with 80,000 other revelers... there's parts to this story that can't be told here, what with this being a family operation and all...     ...quite the introduction to concerts for me.








when I came back to the country this is what I saw:
a cardinal, perched in the blue spruce next to our house.



I like the city.
I like the country.
sven.

















3.24.2013

what we did on our holidays.

 last fall crosby stills nash played 2 nights at the fillmore in san francisco california 
and I was invited to come and see them by my super cool sister and her super cool husband.    
   if you have been to the fillmore then you know what a world class experience it is to see a show there. these shows were certainly no exception.  one band, two sets of jubilantly presented aural touchstones. as usual, solo and duo work were featured throughout the shows. an ecstatic home crowd pulled for the team in it's crazy bleary fashion - adding that mysterious '4th member' to the band.

 my iphone (and photographer? - ed.) showing it's limitations these nights. these are the best. 

'we do our best with what we have'





crosby's beautiful alembic guitar.




from here to venezuela.
there's nothing more to see.
than a hundred thousand islands.
flung like jewels upon the sea.
for you and me.


don't you ever ask them why. 
if they told you. 
you would cry.


crunch.


baahaah.


moooo.


hey lady don't forget your poster.

   what super fun 'n' groovy shows. if you're ever in san francisco california, look up the fillmore (though to be precise this isn't the 'good old fillmore west'. - ed.) and go see that in-famous rockin' combo: crosby stills nash. I'm sure you'll agree they're really boss. thanks sis and co. thank you for the days.
sven.

   











































buenos días.


morning comes after all.
winter sleeping.
no one stirring.
sven.



























3.23.2013

did you hear that?

I can hear the wind.
I wake up.
the only other sound is birds I think.






crayon, ink, pencil on paper. iphone > iphoto > instagram > iphoto.
sven, march, 2013.

come taste the band.


















































california frost.


san francisco.
afternoon rides. super sunshine.
left over.
sven.











the haps in isanti friday night.

here's what happened last night at the civic arena in isanti minnesota.
2 miniature but brutal pee wee teams took the local ice hockey rink by storm.


another wonderful niece (who I won't name 'cause I didn't ask 1st) and her husband have a young lad in pee wee hockey. we picked a great night to catch one of his games. this is one rough and ready deal. our guy is 33. he scored twice helping to clinch a victory for cambridge in a very evenly matched game!






the guys were tough, our hero was a real scrapper and nothing seemed to slow our boys.




careful...   guys...   bash! into the boards they go!



victory for our side! well done.
let the zamboni take the stage.









I'm very glad I got to experience the action and rough and tumble world of pee wee hockey in isanti minnesota. but...I was glad to leave behind the chill of the hall and the excitement of the game to go home to my secret lair.
home again home again jiggidy jig.
sven.

















morning.