walker.

the walker is a cool place. having visited quite a few museums around the country I'm sorry to to have to tell you, ours are pretty great. the walker is one of them. have to ignore the nasty bits and maybe that's hard with kids, not sure kids should go to the walker, at least parts of it...
here's a video of my visit. sven

vermeer

   Today I took a trip to the art museum to see the vermeer painting, and to revisit some of my favorites including this wonderful deKooning. There was also a new modern collection on loan. I skipped the visting Hapsburgs show, the big excitement that day. I just don't have enough interest in armor and classical paintings to endure the crowds and pay the $20... am I just a cretin?

   The Vermeer 'show' is only one painting: 'Lady reading a letter'. Since there are only 37 known Vermeer paintings that's understandable. It was beautiful. I was surprised to find it not much larger than an image you could find in a book! It's only a little over 15x18" I looked at it briefly. I was there to see it first but I was shortly followed by many others who crowded around me, spoiling the idyll for me - "go see the armor!" 

   Nobody bothered my while I reexamined my deKooning though! And the middle aged chap I enlisted to take photos of me in front of it has a story he can share about his visit. He seemed somewhat nonplussed! ta ta for now... sven.

that's all folks!

abstract.

from several years ago. 

(4'x5' oil, pencil, collage elements etc. on canvas)

el corazón.

a sailor's life.

almost done.

a work in progress.

here is a peak at the beginnings of my next folk art piece, another wooden machine.

showing up here in the near future!

do you have the keys to the sub?

dear sir, where are we going?
to duluth or to san francisco?
I can't stand the silence.
not yet my boy.

I remember setting out.
all of the joy and fanfare.
but now we ended up here.
and we're just older.

do you remember our best?
how we shone in the sun.
like greek gods.
but everything changed over time.

this old boat sure took some beatings.
and this tired old body too.
but you never looked better.
please tell me hello as you pass by.

the tea is cold and the cupboard empty.
is there anything to eat?
open the window I can't breathe.
but you never looked better.
sven.

the little king.

the little king would like to be the first to announce that the drawing: 'from winnemuca to great basin' is now available as an art print. If you like it please click on the picture to the right to buy it.

If you are local I would be happy to sign it for you if you like and finish it with some kind of hand made frame thingy, price negotiable.

may day parade south minneapolis 2014.

under a burgundy rainbow.

 

an intense wind that heralds our arrival...

and the dreaded sand was blowing through out the day.

the sky dark and cold.

but a fever grips the lad.

do you remember what you told me?

and how that day brought us together.

it doesn't matter anymore.

does it my brother?

one last question remains.

and who knows better than you?

that the answer eludes us both.

please tell me anyway.

sven.

License to Breathe.

 

 do you remember when?

you promised to me a gold ring?

how it sparkles.

but now it looks so old.

however there may still be time.

but what do we know?

ask your mother for me won't you?

and so many other reasons.

a child who loses his way in the forest once.

is forever lost.

so they say.

but that's only one village.

sven.

happy saint fools day.

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.

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)

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.

gelukkig nieuwjaar.

in old weird america.

a page is turning tonight.

if peaceful and cold.

out on the moors and "stoned immaculate"

as a star sails past.

I recall that we are too.

sailing through space.

toward some unknown place.

light years from today.

in the crystal caves of my soul.

a glimmer of hope for us all.

but a great sadness until then.

until we lay down together in peace.

may we be blessed with whatever peace is out there.

and our brothers and sisters home with us.

where the heart waits it's turn.

sven.

 

folks.

hope you've enjoyed.

please come back next year. I'll continue to 'go forth'

happy new year. thanks for coming and for your support.

roll on forever.

december 31 2013. sven.