peter arnesson

Twilight Of Gods - Peter Arnesson
Paint The Clouds
I am a painter and musician - Grew up in a small village close to god in the black stone area - Sweden - Played acoustic guitar for many years - (Sandénguitars.com ) - went into art for sure - since 1981 - painter and printmaker. - www.peterarnesson.se - Started writing songs at first - Still alive and well after all those years - This guitar is "bringing me home" - To play or not to be! - Music and colours are close matters to my heart - Im about to upload one or two songs - My own recordings - like scetches or drawings - Thank You for listening! And thanks Johan, Veiko, Johannes for your support, Albin, my son for the photo on the railway, in the district of my heart. Ellen my daughter - your green eyes and music ears - Maria for your love.
"They times may be a changing. But Peter Arnesson, born -57, still works -- and lives -- in his own right. In his own way, whatever lies a head. He is from Lönsboda, a small place deep in the swedish province. And he is proud of just that. He has many years of various artistic education to lean on. And since 1982 Peter Arnesson is a well known artist.Painter and printmaker since 1982 / Helsingborg. Studied for Bertil Lundberg – Grafikskolan Forum Malmö, 77-82. Represented with about 80 public works at Statens konstråd, museums and public buildings in Sweden. Recent work; composed tapestry / MFF- Båstad 2005.He is certainly a painter with a distinctive style. His prints are purely imaginary or representing something in the real world. There are many ways to describe an artist and his perspective of the world we are living in. But the best way to understand him, of course, is to study his work! Peter Arnesson.se - myspace.com/peterarnesson " / Stephan Wagner
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Lönsboda − a district in my heart.I grew up in a little church community on the borders of Småland and Blekinge provinces in southern Sweden. The area is isolated both geographically and from a language point of view. In the early sixties there are stark contrasts, below the ground black granite cuts through the area. There is a strong tradition: stone workers unionized early. There is a distinct contrast between farmers, workers and church men.It is a community in transformation and I live in the new age of television. My thoughts center around cowboys, Indians and Snapphanar ( a loosely connected resistance movement that sympathized with the Danes after the Swedish conquest of Scania in the seventeen hundreds ) and I go back and forth between old and modern times. The strong bond to old times through my grandparents' farm on my mother's side leaves its mark on me. This is where cultivated soil, animals and myths are alive. Old tales blend with Lutheran values. Clergymen and literary men gather at grandfather's tiny farmhouse – Flinkagården.I have difficulty visualizing God. Caspar Davis Friedrich's painting of Christ against a backdrop of a German spruce forest changes my way of thinking in images. The heavy bibles are of little interest to me except for their engravings.My paternal grandparents' Halla Cottage – the name conjures up images of stone workers, railroad laborers… – also became a meeting place. Knut, aunt Karin's husband, dies suddenly. He was a pastry cook but first of all a photographer, drawer and painter. Knut's figurative language intrigues me. Karin gives birth to a daughter, Monika, who from lack of oxygen at birth ends up living without words.Lönsboda, this motley village with its basketwork and its gingerbread houses, is slowly broken down by the emerging welfare state. I love both the old and the modern times. I loyally go with my mother to Granada, the People's Amusement Park. I get to see the hysteria surrounding crooner Gunnar Wiklund and Tore Skogman with his blue and yellow outfit, both immensely popular artists at that time.In Lönsboda, the village of soccer, I train at Snapphanevallen soccer field, and also try track and field, chess and skiing. But it is pop music, images and drawing that early capture my attention the most. In 1967 while attending Ubbeboda village school, we ride with our blond teacher Gunilla in her sports car. We gather in her attic flat to listen to and analyze the Beatles. Yellow Submarine. It is a new era. I draw trees in a new way with feeling which Gunilla notices.As my schooldays go by I keep up, but photography is what interests me. In 1972 I discover art at the Ubbeboda Center. Here an international symposium for sculptors is in the works. On my moped, a Zündapp Ks 50, I zoom through the forest to pick up and mail invitations to the whole world. Yoshio introduces me to painting. I assist him in action paintings and happenings.Soccer and my job at the hardware store can wait. Right now I go 50 mph with poetic dreams.
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