I was at Nordiska Museet, and their exhibition "Tapeter, tapeter!" about wallpaper. I don't really have an historical interest in wallpapers, but they have a great many old ones from the 18th and 19th century on display. Also a few from the 40's through 60's, and some that appeared to be fairly new. I love wallpaper. Not so much that I actually have them on my walls, but I love them all the same. Particularly in books.

"the Miura Bull", Anders Kumlien

Anders Kumlien, a friend from my "office space", has done three very successful exhibitions in the last year. The latest, "different fuels for inspiration", is at Elverket in Stockholm until june fourth. I like his canvas a lot, and the foreground subject seems almost secondary to me. It's very visual, with layered oil, and I don't think there's anything you need to "get". If you're in the neighborhood, get something to eat and look at the paintings... Anders also designs clothes under the label Stoked.

On a similar, but different, note, "Hos oss" (with us, at our place), is an "open air" exhibition on the backyard of Skånegatan 68. It's made by a sort of loose art collective, that arranges art exhibitions for and by friends. Henrik Borggren, a friend and former room mate of mine, made the flyers with a manipulated satellite image. Hanna Hjälte, Calle Mobergs' girlfriend, appears to be a leading force in this little collective.

There's surreal pieces, as well as some political, fun, poetic and, well, generally confusing ones. Here's a few:

I'm not sure, but I think this is
a scattered brain.

Hanna Hjälte. This is part of a "ghost game", that I didn't quite get the rules of. It's human shaped
bed sheets on hangers. Lot's of them.

What's interesting about the exhibition is how you react to art in places where you're not used to seeing it. If you take away the minimalist environment normally seen, and use a backyard instead, some pieces will suffer while others shine. It resembles guerilla-art, although this was clearly sanctioned.

This has inspired me to pick up art myself... but I won't make any promises.

I didn't write down the names of all the artists, I'm affraid. So if anyone knows, please let me know.


A beautiful scale-torso,
that really seemed to blend
in with the environment.

Moderna Musseet in Stockholm has an exhibition of "modern" swedish artists. I often think going to an exhibition is worth it even if it isn't that fantastic, but this time the best thing on display was the view seen through one of the windows. It can be summed up in two words: stay clear. I won't write more about it.

Henrik and Calle behind an empty aquarium.

I went to the Fabrice Gygi exhibition at Magasin 3 with Calle Moberg and Henrik Borggren. Gygi does heavy looking and sturdy neofascist inspired pieces. Putting up objects that serves no apparent purpose, but looking as if they were, isn't exactly breaking new ground. But the hostility and rawness makes Gygi´s artifacts striking none the less. The aesthetics of under financed military regimes makes the place depressing and filled with despair, at the same time I can't deny the beauty and absurdity of practical and destructive design in this new useless form.


Magasin 3 is a very good exhibition hall, but for these pieces I think it's perhaps a bit too minimalist. In a different environment, that could tell a story of it's own, I think the impact could have been even stronger.


On a closer inspection the bomb lamps and fictitious barricades appears to be made of plastic... I tapped on them.



Fabrice Gygi, a small wagon with big speakers putting out a very annoying low hum.

Also on show is a collection, curated by none other than my cousin Elisabeth Millqvist (actually she's my second aunt, but since she's my age that seems too awkward). Anyway, it's a collection under the name Walking & Falling, which is a quote from Laurie Anderson's record Big Science. Laurie Anderson isn't actually on exhibition, which I kind of had hoped she would be, but I'm guessing her spirit should somehow be present.


Danica Phelps, a journal of daily chores and finances.

There were som really brilliant pieces. I especially liked Danica Phelps' colour coded and illustrated journal. Very mysterious and elaborate, and at the same time very decorative.

Although I didn't see the entire film of Rebecca Horn, the little I did see I found intriguing. It's extremely surreal, featuring a ballet teacher in New York. Ann Hamilton had made a couple of repetitive video installations that I liked.


Danica Phelps