tisdag 30 december 2008

Voodoo Brawler & Buster Keaton

I wish that Elvis impersonation gig wasn't just to humiliate myself at a hotel in Spain for swedes. However it gave me a few ideas for what I'll be doing this year.

Buster Keaton

I borrowed this huge book from the library full of images and stories.
In it is this picture of Buster filming a stunt falling from the roof off a 8(or more) story building.
This being the olden days he actually lept from the rooftop, having rigged small pieces of cloth intimately along the wall downwards to break the speed of the fall. And he actually landed through these cloths and grabbed onto the drainpipe to stop the fall.
This, Seems like crazy fun to me! There's something about surviving things and feeling strangely accepted as a living being for your struggle haha.

söndag 30 november 2008

Wau Wau Baum baum (french cowboy)

two times american

hitching rides from the nicest vietnam veteran to the Buss driver with no sense of direction but a golden heart, I miss them all in America.

I reaally liked being understood in americahaha. but the french!? oh shit no. great fucking bands though and great bars/pubs/clubs? whatever that was. old train-station-rebuilt-club-thing, even had rails under it! you had a fat burger and outlooking a huge golden painting spotlighted next to the rails that led on into a pitchblack place. five bands on a row every day but monday haha.
walked and shouted theatre all way across Paris until five in the morning. improvising fun things on whiskey legs with company. pff, it was nothing like almost dying in the mountain with cougars. but I've learnt to be sorta fine with that.

and here? no sun.
a doctor told me 6 out of 10 swedish are on anti depressants, two minutes later in another room another doctor leaned in and corrected with a "8 out of 10" HAHAH. and that was during the summer!
I THINK people should start realizing there's something else biting their heels.
pills won't save your soul or start fires or get your nonexistent love for a deskfuck job back that you never had. I know I know, mean right. I've been told. well it's either that or Oppie Yoopie poetry

torsdag 30 oktober 2008

ge-Bung chow!

For Patricio Betteo, one of my favourite artists. we're merging for a team attack very soon. oho!

recently I've been working in my sleep, my head is completely clear and nearly fully aware, and I'm recording movies from a rowboat with two hobos just outside New York. worried I'll loose the machinery in the boat if it flips, still I compose very exiting work, which I'm able to look at with precise detail. it's great! but I wake up EXHAUSTED haha.

Old drawings, forgot to ever give these to her I think. the ol blue valentine

måndag 13 oktober 2008

Your Ticket To a Screamer

For work mail Vidar.strandberg@gmail.com

tisdag 8 juli 2008

jillian in the spring

some art, I have to represent myself now that I'm looking for work.
also someone told me I should post my paintings and sculptures aswell. the only thing I ever really showed was these sorts of things, but I do alot of different work! which is probably the reason for any and all unexplained holdups in updates. so hey! exciting right!

onsdag 2 juli 2008

Fazarilliolero, Zackadelliree & Ryan

Ryan had a projector that made everything look like it was from doctor caligaris cabinette, blown up on his wall and able to produce the image up to 30 feet wide I was told!
I met him on the subway coming from Seattle and landing in New York at four in the morning, he had a big plate of brownies and sandwiches and a projector... and then we had so much more!

also I am officially back.
I miss the good folk I met!
Igo, Shane, Faz, Zac, Ryan and many a more!(these boys mentioned because they got me a roof over my head, stranger or not. very pleasant people and complete sweethearts the lot of em!).
to everyone who wanted to work with me, I am completely up for the mentioned projects. come on over the ocean or help me pay my ticket over to you again haha!

I also miss being a european with my currency value in america :(
I'm even re-counting everything in dollars here.
with this trip my mind finally vented and I felt the air around me even had changed when I got back, to how it should've always been! and how I've missed it for such a long time. it also made me realize how small of a place I'm living in. small steps and big words, lame fucking mentality, can't do anything without it becoming something.
I mean in NY you'd have a gang of russians playing accordeon and "I'll shoot the moon" in the middle of a street at night, and you were the only listener. here the mentality is just so forced and unnatural for me. the wind is nice here, but fucking christ even it holds the bike back and you get tired of trying to force yourself around the city with it.

torsdag 19 juni 2008


I went swimming with a few folks way out into the mojave desert, a secret river of sorts. with a midnight bicycle rider/television producer & a sculptor from mcfarlane toys and his wife. hurp!

so I hit Seattle on tuesday this week. unlike with the guy in NY my housing in LA & Seattle has worked out awesomely from the getgo!
got lost on a mountain for six hours at night in California, I wish there were pictures from it. aswell as of the dirt, dust and water grime covered rockabilly stumbling swede. I managed to hitch several rides with proper cool people in california aswell (while retaining the previously mentioned nasty gettup hoh!).
and my continuos social tango with fun people swooped onwards without a miss. though travel loopyness and my-god-i-survived-the-mountain hoohaw made me abit shambling at times, and/or also speed up the meat in my mouth. urhmaha!

torsdag 12 juni 2008

in over america

NY was incredible. I was staying in the middle of harlem for most of my time. then with two french guys, two cats and a very nice girl in brooklyn. found a secret junkyard garden, climbed buildings down on broadway/chinatown, hung out with all sorts of nice folk, did martial arts on that rooftop during a thunderstorm at night,
and so much more! spent the last night drinking on a rooftop with an irish boxer who had been stabbed in the neck and was convinced I was gay, I played along haha.
we could see the buildings of times square from where we were sitting. and all the way down 8th ave.
good way to end the NY trip.
and now I'm in CA, heading out in a few. the flight over here was wonderful. the landscape changes every 15 minutes beneath you. hell just check the image haha.

söndag 8 juni 2008