I remembered the rock. It was enormous, and just by artist Rosa Ekelund’s front door. That’s how I knew we’d gone to the ‘wrong’ artist’s house. We had followed the other cars up the hill, and ended up at Kätie Nilsson’s instead. She had the most marvellous view from her windows, which isn’t surprising considering we’d gone some way up from the coast. And she was an interesting artist too. Main problem was too many people and me too close to the paintings (I’m old, so don’t see too well if the distance is wrong). I liked the way she’d displayed some of her smaller pictures. I’ll copy that at home.
Ascension weekend is just coming to a close, and in my part of Sweden Ascension means art for four days. Artists open their studios and people come and look. And buy, if they feel inclined. We don’t often manage to be here at the right time, so it was a bonus to discover we’d picked the right week.
After Kätie we did find Rosa Ekelund, and her enormous rock. I’d like a rock like that, even if it is inconvenient to have one in the middle of your drive. Rosa does colourful women, mostly, and also paints on slate and driftwood. We could easily have bought a slate with thrift on. Or the Madonna and child, on Rosa’s garage wall. Or the large oyster-catchers. If we had enough money and walls, which we don’t.
On to Eva Norrgren at the apple farm, where I had a narrow escape. She had a lovely – and small and not too expensive – picture I liked. Luckily it had already been sold. Nice looking farm building, which was at least as much fun to see as the art.
We finished the day at Helmut Witt’s ceramics workshop. Daughter and I both eyed up the large mugs. We have the ‘smaller’ ones already, but clearly felt thirsty enough to want a larger version.
So we went to Göstas for afternoon tea with a sea view, in the sunshine. It’s not always nice, but this time it was perfect. Good tea and nice cake, and everyone got what they wanted. We wouldn’t have minded taking the furniture home with us, but resisted the urge.
The next day we looked at the art at Särdals Kvarn, even though it wasn’t part of the weekend event. We had more tea, in more nice surroundings. And then we went to see Thomas and Ulla Frisk and their art, which is always a highlight for me. Thomas paints large oils, and we don’t have room for more, even though I’d happily build a wall down the middle of a room just to hang one of his grey, industrial oil paintings. Or maybe a wash basin. I already have the toilet.
Once we’d got this far we found we’d overdosed on the art and the teas. There were plenty more places to go, but we had no energy left for anything. Not even for Mjellby Konstmuseum. Even though it was free entry, and it had a great looking exhibition on.
Another year, another Ascension.