maui.

maui home.

it was my supreme pleasure to stay at this wonderful house on maui. what a beauty.

thanks chris and anna it was enjoyment level eleven all week.

magical days never to be forgotten.

gone to maui.

sven the modern folk artist is to go to maui.

PART 1:

wintermoor friday morning. goodbye layla.

PART 2:

Sorry this post is a little late.

maui friday night.

UB40.

it's -13 below zero here in columbus minnesota. gonna leave all of them snow crystals behind soon…

but good news bad news:

good news: traveling 4,000 miles to this home on maui for vacation. bad news: traveling 4,000 miles to maui, on an airplane. I don't like airplanes, not due to any anxiety, they just leave me feeling crappy. oh well it's only ten hours. il rancho mysterios here I come.












stained glass, terry spraungel. thank you google maps for the above image, that was then altered by me. my own images soon.

bring back the old songs.

bring back the old songs.
not because they're better but 'cause of how my heart feels.
bring me to the desert.
to stare at the stars.

never forget to always keep moving.
and don't think too hard about it.
when I was a child I was in an accident.
but we had hospitals like you do.

whatever she plays we dance to.
your rings and chains dangle to your waist.
and your hair is blue.
but the sun shines on us all.

"do you remember the way you cried"
and how I busted the window.
and how I broke my hand on the fridge.
my brother was still around then.
sven.










artist, date unknown.
picked up at sophie joe's emporium on west 7th in st. paul (very friendly staff, and store is cool)

sunrise darkness sunrise.

it's so cold and snowy.

then sunrise darkness sunrise.

whatever happened to the light?

and are you still with us?

a day or a month in limbo.

and a walk with folks I don't even know.

eat your apples and oranges.

and feel much better for tuesday.

how do you know her?

if we wait for it to snow.

it will but it may never stop.

and we don't want that.

sven.

cold and snowy but often beautiful. 

I think we hit -36 degrees below zero fahrenheit here in columbus recently with plenty of snow and wind. it's even cold inside. dress warm and drink lotsa' coffee. happy cabin fever.

larry.

grand marais and I shot the sheriff.
lincoln's a long ways away but so is denver.
and the cousins coming brightens the heart.
after all this time now I know why.

a small baggie of weed hidden in your brother's drawer.
only larry could decipher the code.
a tiny cabin near a harbor on the sea.
fishing at dawn and pancakes at the diner.

well here's to you old friend.
may we meet more often.
and if not as often as we may wish.
may my heart turn to you often in it's thoughts.
sven.

photos.

night time visions at the speed of light.

and whether we're wrong or whether we're right.

and if anyone makes it.

it'll be just fine.

a while later when things calm down.

and the night blurs on by.

as strange people get left behind.

and things we'll never find again in the same light.

so a little time passing is ours forever.

and paid up front thank you.

tomorrow looks cold.

so don't be in such a hurry.

sven.

bernal heights, castro, oakland.

invoking the muse.

a film created for christian's film schooling'   school is fun. well done son.

neu.

can I tell you something?

the ears cannot trust the mind.

and the mind lives on forever.

but your heart laughs with me.

a story we shared when times were tough.

about a neighbor boy who persevered.

I learned later he died on the highway.

and his parents split up.

a windy cold january day.

and the siren blaring is the only sound ever.

the ruins and the logs on the fire.

send smoke far into the winter sky.

but a while later.

a still hungry boy walks into the woods.

his gate purposeful but with no intentions.

so sleeping neighbors only stir as he passes.

sven.

welcome.

january 1 2014. sven.