March 01, 2015


Yours Sinc. has been quite busy in the service of Music this week -- upcoming concert -- and hasn't spent too much time painting. I've attended a croquis session -- might show you the result later -- and after that I got mildly criticized for posting small stuff, doodles and the like and not much in the way of masterworks -- it is not possible to do masterworks weekly. And one good thing about blogging is the continuity. So this, gentle reader, is Varia, or A Muddly Bit of Everything that I found lying about.

At least you haven't seen this: Ink-and-aqua on paper, half letter size; Mr. Ceder Introducing Himself.


Why do they say Dog tired and not Cat tired? I think I am Cat tired. And this, I think, is a cat. Ball point pen -- they're underrated.

Doodling is good on the whole. That's how ideas are born. Here's the boat Little Myy (Lilla My) and a sea monster, made in the margin of something -- can't remember what now.

And with that we'll call it a day. Next week I'll bring you the masterwork... but I gravely doubt it.

February 22, 2015

Scull and Work Ethics

Woke up, and thought:

"No, Not now again!"
(It's no cheerful way to start a day.)
"Yet another morning, for no reason.
Yet another day in the unnecessary life of an artist.
And I'll go to bed hating the regular, normal-flawed society, in all flavours of hatred, and it'll hate me back, in all the currencies of hate."

And later I might think:

"Either they give us Citizen's Salary aka Basic Income Now.
Or they'll have to start selling Vodka Bag-In-Box.
Or else I don't know how to stand it anymore."

But first I had to draw this. VoilĂ .

February 15, 2015

Half People

(Sorry, poor lighting. I'm no photographer. And Swedish February is no lighting...)

This little oil I finished now on the most heartless Valentine's imaginable, it follows Friday 13:th nicely. It measures some 8x8'' sans thick edges, is named "Half People" and it was tossed off in the middle of this still ongoing exchange of notes between me and this dreaded Ex who is currently learning the art of stalking, including harassing my friends. (She had better stop...) It adds one dimension, though, to the halfness and loneliness -- we are all lonely, in one way or another -- reminding me of an expression in Yiddish that I happen to know (from clarinettist Messrow's wonderful book) and it is: Sei a mensch. Behave like a human.

I try to do, despite having to exchange black spades whilst others exchange red hearts... There are hints of swallows on the side -- utterly impossible in a winter landscape -- and try to stay calm. Impossible too. Some people aren't even half.

February 08, 2015

The Tao of Neon

This little poster started with good old inking -- I often go digital at once these days (easy editing) but having a part in this stint (piano, to go along with song and poetry) and being the one on board who does posters I decided to let go. Just have fun. You can do that when you got free hands. (Just a little electricity for quick colouring and final texting.)

While drawing, my mind wandered to the many strange birds that one has met through the trade, and how different they are. For instance, there’s a certain brand of people who never get it: They want to see their names in gilt neon -- it's awfully Tao, but that's the most efficient method for not getting there... As I've understood this philosophy there is something like Trying Too Much; to strain and fret that is simply against Nature.

...In my course as a poster artist I’ve often encountered these very un-Taoish seekers of neon, wondering how they think. A normal salesperson would yell “buy my book!” -- “fresh strawberries!” or whatever they happen to sell. But especially in Culture, where insanity isn’t uncommon you may chance upon people who are sort of possessed, they would scream their names out loud if they could: “My name is Hedley Schinkengrubler!” -- or whatever it is. Of course that's not very interesting. Then they scream louder. And are heard even less. (Makes perfect sense to said philosophy.)

As a perfect contrast: Two somewhat famous names that I’ve had the honour to do posters for -- one each, not much to brag about -- hardly seemed to care at all. I was told that Barbro Lindgren (Swedish Children’s book writer) was happy that I drew something else than the ordinary Large Author Portrait for her lecture/book signing. (I remember drawing a tree of books; she got a small portrait on one of their backs.) With nice Yvonne Hirdman (a well-known name in Gender History) I remember discussing which kind of headline that would fit the poster for her reading -- it never crossed her mind that her name could be on top at all. We were happy to think of something catchy quite soon, without much effort. Also very Tao. We also had a fine (albeit not too long) conversation; another benefit of not being Hedley.

It is a good thing in this world that celebrates competition and elimination to see people who seem to do well through not being egomaniacs -- and (I have to be honest) also somehow satisfying to see people whose egomania is strictly counterproductive. But I end these ramblings no wiser than I begun (wondering how to avoid future Hedleys). We can get back to the poster. I had fun making the Piano Butterfly below...

...and these rough little calligraphies...

...I also had fun drawing this songbird -- it reminds me a little of the real singer; a fine soul and fellow, a talent in her own right.

This is not Fine Arts, but perhaps nicer thanks to not trying too much. That would be Tao too, and I hope that it works, neon or not. Po-tee-weet!

February 01, 2015

Japanese Lanterns

A little ink-and-aqua (letter size) for a change amidst all digital works. The eyes wanted to rest on something analogue, and there I found dried Japanese lantens [Physalis alkekengi] in a blue teapot.

I felt a little sorry for those fellows following the endless Japanese lantern road through what might be snow or sleet, they drag along in a soggy greyish yellow ochre. I later rediscovered an image of a horse from the Lascaux caves -- yellow ochre too -- which I remember now. I must've been thinking of it, subconsciously, while colouring. The road has been very long.

January 25, 2015

Orchestration, Illustration and Frustration

"Your Own Orchestra" ...or something like that would be the header for the poster containing this -- the lines joining it (as few as possible) would offer my services as an arranger, orchestrator or, if you like, your very own little pianist for hire. Marketing is not my forte. Ironically, doing illustrations for marketing is something of my line...

So I wish that I could settle down. Toss this merry jumble off as easily for myself as I do it for others. Come what may. But marketing Muddles me...

Here you see some lesser details that might not reach the eye in real life, but there's something as a subconscious so I still think that they add to the overall effect.

So, then we only need a headline. A text. And I'd rather sit in the little studio right now with ears aching from adding violins, tuning the trumpets and keeping the bass down than trying to write the few necessary lines -- it's harder. The curious and interested may nonetheless find some of my output on YouTube, and you're always welcome to write to the little studio/illustrator/whatnot through


January 18, 2015

Vive la Difference

Thinking of the rich visual human palette, the colours of eyes and people and all...

I wish that our complexions were as varied as our eyes; there are too few purple people with green freckles (the latter glowing slightly in the dark, like cat eyes?) or why not the other way 'round... make your own. Turquoise skin with brown streaks, with thin intricate lines of light sky blue? Use your imagination. (Let's see what you can do! If you paint or draw something in this colourful vein I'm very happy if you mail it to me -- see "Contact" to the left. You also find me on Facebook.)

For a world of greater beauty, daring and confusion. Vive la difference.

January 11, 2015

Heart, Practical and Unbreakable

As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart! You don't know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
-- Wizard of Oz, to the Tin Man

The tin heart, finally made unbreakable and practical, has a switch for turning the heart on -- In case we should have one but fail to -- and it can also be switched off before it is overloaded or hurt or even broken. There is also a knob for finely adjusting the heat of the heart; very useful for those who over- or underheat.

The tin heart is heavily protected with a code lock and cast in the best hardened steel of Oz. Tick tock, in safety at last.

Kudos to Marie, dear friend and muse, who helps me to come up with so many wonderful sillies. I owe you hedgehogs.

January 08, 2015

For Charlie Hebdo, in Memoriam

And this is what the madmen fear most
A girl with a book, a guy with a pen
They fear music and laughter and song
They fear thoughts too rash, flying drawn too high
-- I’ve heard they also fear paper kites
Fluttering all too gaily in God’s mild Summer sky.
Some of the kites they try to shoot down
Rejoicing in blood, forgetting their God,
But there will be spring.
We shall paint kites.
Flying higher and higher, until Fall
The more they fly, the safer they fly
They cannot shoot them all.

January 04, 2015

The Lost World, a sketch

A little sketch. Of course I haven't got the least idea what these beings are or what they do, and I am very tempted to call out for a little contest with prizes awarded for the best suggestion...

As a small detail (resized) there's a theme that has haunted me for a long time; Nature vs. Machine. Perhaps one should make the cogwheels more even. (But I am not a machine.) The yellow dots on the left gave a nice balance to the lemons (equally well explained) on the right.

December 28, 2014


Not what I'd call fine arts, but might do as an illustration -- perhaps it is better to let the motif squeak for itself?

(Ink and watercolour on paper. Enjoy, and don't work that much.)

December 24, 2014

Merry Xmas!

A quick little thing made with a ballpoint pen and a little electricity... Merry Christmas!

This is post no. 100 of Paintstakingly -- thank you for following these serious follies :)

December 21, 2014

Dear Santa Claus,

I haven’t been a good child all through this year; it has been very rough for body and soul, not mentioning the remains of my heart. Still, if I may wish for something that would be good for all and not just little me…

I’m not interested in wrapped gifts, nor money. As for money, I’d rather do without. I’m very in for something that some grownups call Citizen’s Salary. They tell me that you have less worries then, they sort of give you a few golden coins a month so that you can eat and have a roof above your head that stays in one place and doesn’t threaten to fly away. That you can work with something worthwhile, even something that you’re good at, that you get time for friends and family and love even. Dear Santa, I dream that some grownups could start their own small business too without dreaming nightmares about money.

Some say that grownups are lazy and don’t want to work. I don’t think that they know how
much happy people can work. Some say that we can’t afford giving so many golden coins away for nothing. It’s not for nothing. Dear Santa, the grownups look so sick and tired, and often they have to stop working after a few years. They don’t work because they’re happy. Deep in their hearts they work because they’re afraid! I wish that we could pay them to be happy and healthy, not to be sick and tired and without a home and you name it, Santa Dear. That costs money too.

I could go on, but now I’m sure that you have plenty to do. It’s a pretty big gift, and I hope that the reindeer are strong enough to pull it, but it would be our happiest Xmas ever.

Santa, Please?

Yours Sincerely,


Ps. May I wish for a White Christmas too?

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December 14, 2014

Giant Spider Butterfly

It's a shame that I can't show you what I and my dancing friend have brewing -- my part in it is something between illustrations and art -- so instead we land in the Weird Animals Dept., throwing a wink to my friend M. I don't know if M. really wants her name spelled out, much owing to her well-founded, entirely rational... fear of butterflies. Butterflies! Fluttering dreams of the summer meadow... dear M, what turned our dreams into your nightmare?
"They're yucky, their eerie! They look just like spiders with their skinny creepy legs; once you forget about the wings they are spiders!"

Instead of arguing with this spin-off product of arachnophobia, I give you this Giant Spider Butterfly [Arachne Jumboyeti] to consider. Brrrrr?

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Ps. This week I gave my somewhat baroque English a little more exercise, too many words and a little imagery for Ohana Magazine. The subject is Stockholm Underground Culture and how to survive it...

December 07, 2014

Map vs. Reality

A sketch drawn in ink on paper, then turned negative. But Photoshop gave us happier cosmic colours. The entire universe wants cheering up, to be more positive on the whole.

November 30, 2014

November Lights

November! How can we make this collage of collected gloom somewhat merrier? Just a sketch on recent footage for a change, but I tried...

Concerning the rich measure of angels in my works as of late, I encountered some mild emotional blackmail in the form of a nice, beautiful but sadly Christian christian during my latest exhibition. She wanted to convince me that Jesus tries to reach me through these angelic visions, and that He should be believed in because He loves me etc. etc. which isn't proof really. (It wasn't even my worst case of emotional blackmail -- it was actually quite lame.) I told her that I'm baptized already, and passed Confirmation too, and don't suffer any lasting scars from either, and that all my attempts at communication with the Eternal Spheres have ground to a perfect standstill and cease-fire. She was gentle about it, however (no threats of sulphur). But now we may begin with a little sympathy for the devil...

...and add other things from below (no attempts at realism, merely trying to cheer up) such as fish...

...and other creatures of pure sub-surface improvisation.

If I believed in angels I would probably not paint them. Angels are, for me, Longings Unfulfilled, heralds of the kind of paradise that must vanish if you come too close, bursting like a soap bubble when pricked by the mortal needle edge of reality. Angels very rarely come down to pose in the studio that I do not have (that would be something. Spread your wings a little, please?) Instead we have this creature, whatever it is:

And with that, I thought, we'll call it a day. It's just a sketch, and descanzar es salud -- to rest is healthy.

November 23, 2014

Swamp of Unpaid Music

This little scene is an illustration for my article in good ol' Slynglar, a fanzine in Swedish for those who studied to become Something Useful but got infected with Culture instead. Some of us who write it got so infected that we made culture a living -- or keep trying to -- and when you do that you encounter various blokes who try to have you working for free. These cadgers appear in all disciplines -- this particular sermon I croak for emerging musicians submerged in the Swamp of Unpaid Music.

Those who absolutely want to might see some familiar characteristics, even reminding of Yours Sinc. in the frog/toad. Ribbit.

November 16, 2014

Coffee Nymphs Finished

VoilĂ , Coffee Nymphs in full colours. Served without further ado, as Yours Sinc. is suffering from Exhibition Fatigue in the middle of a Midissage... So as for a description of what these nervy beings are and how they came about, please see the previous week.

The whole little work...

I had to add just one happy cup. We need some hope.