At the moment, days are filled with laser swords, newly awakened animals and perspiringly detailed work. And I´m desperately longing for going in to a bubble of new and untried projects. Or going here, to the Freud Museum. Found thanks to Emi Gunér, who writes so very inspiring about museums all over the world, on the (Swedish) blog Exhibitionisten at dn.se. (Emi also runs the blog Letters From The End Consumer.)

The Freudian Slippers at the Freud Museum Shop!

A book I read when I was a child. (Doj-Doj, written by Beppe Wolgers in 1969, illustrated by Lotta Silfverhielm.) Strange about this book is, when thinking about it, I remember bright and vivid illustrations. When I found it, it really surprised me that the illustrations are not very adjusted to children. (At least according to what we, grown-ups of today, assume children would like.) My memories of this book is that it was exciting, somehow mysterious and that it was full of noise, city life and... color.

Beppes böcker

Yesterday evening was a green evening. Friday morning looked like this.

Nice (Swedish) words about TÄNK OM... (What if...). Thanks a lot!

Worktime and not much of outdoor life at the moment. But tonight! Will stay outside this whole evening!

Go visit finelttleday.com!

Best of springtime: the tulips, the cowslips, the fritillary and the sowing seeds. The curious calves will in some year produce milk for Wirum Glass.

This mirror hangs on the wall in the People´s House in Mörtfors. An older time machine post from the Mörtfors days of glory.

Joost van den Toorn

En kontorists bekännelse

Pictures from an exhibition held in Mörtfors (last weekend) and pictures from the forest. Forest is a beautiful living room this time of the year!

K Special. Roy Andersson - Det är en dag i morgon också.

The internet is a great folk art collection. One link leads to another, and it never ends. Here are some personal favorite links, found on the way.

Tall, red sculpture by Carlos Rangel, from MOBA, Museum of Bad Art.

Paintings on cardboard, by Bill Traylor, from Just Folk. More Bill Traylor.

Bo Jangles top hat, jacket, vest and pants, from Joshua Lowenfels.

Adolf Wölfi Foundation.

Accidental Mysteries, vernacular photography.

Foundation for Self-taught American Artists.

Och ANNAN KONST! Tjing! Ses på måndag.

Who are they? Where do they come from? Wooden men and women from my own small collection of outsiders.

Remember the Trapeze Toy? Have been looking for more by Earl Eyman. Found these, at Anonymous Works.

Earlier blogpost about sculptor Johan August Gustafsson.

And wonderful, wonderful animal sculptures by Jesse Aaron

And all those animal SCULPTURES! Suddenly you see THEM everywhere, grinning towards you, looking as if they would like to tell you something.These four are all carved by unidentified makers, pictures from the great book American Vernacular by Frank Maresca and Roger Ricco.

Heather Jansch, driftwood sculptures.

Mary Ann Willson (active about 1800-1825.) I love the faces she drew, the colors, the skewness of the pencil marks. Read about her on National Gallery of Art. All the paintings from Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

When I was a kid I was hypnotically fascinated by two miniature gardens in the small town where I lived. One was in my neighbourhood, mini houses built by cement and collections of small stones, in a private garden, and the other was situated close to where my grandparents lived. Passing by those places I always begged my parents to drive the car extremely slowly so I could look. Strange it was, the fact that these places were built, not by children, but by grown-ups. And it was somehow very clear; these objects were not something you would find inside the local art-gallery...

The fascination about folk art, outsider sculpture, self-taught art or whatever you would like to call it, still remains. It´s a complex love. Sometimes I just find it inspiring, beautiful and fascinating. Sometimes it is scary and repulsing.

So. Let´s deal with the amazing and scary... Artist Calvin Black was a folk artist who built the "Bird Cage Theater" where his life-sized dolls performed. The dolls are carved and painted by the artist while his wife Ruby Ross created many of the costumes. She also took care of the theater until her death in 1980.

Possum Trot: The Life and Work of Calvin Black, 1903-1972