So, what is this thing called art! Who decides it is worth millions, and can get away with it? Who says that art by others is more worth than yours and mine? And what IS it? As usual I have more questions than answers. Here comes a small, but interesting, language lession. In Swedish the word for art is konst. Could also be used in the context of difficulty. Art is most often expected to include some kind of difficulty or craft that is being mastered. In Swedish, if you say “det är väl ingen konst” ( in Swedish ) you are also saying “That isn´t too difficult”. In other words “that isn´t too difficult, I could probably do that”. And perhaps you could. Art is very much about thinking. When your idea is ready you get it out. Small or large. Interesting is that you sometimes get it out while you are thinking. Or without thinking. What feels right IS right. Art is a set of mind. In photography and painting you frame your work. You decide what to put inside your frame, and that is your piece of art. Whatever it is. And we humans like to frame things before we put it on our walls. Expensive, cheap or for free. These images that I present here are just as much made by others. I saw the shapes and formes and they appeared to me. I framed them with my camera. At the top is the Mona Lisa of Torremolinos. Who did this version, and why? Who and when did they put this letter in the street? When ever they did, I am sure they didn´t thought about taking a photo from it years later. After years of wear and tear. But I did. This is street photography, just from the street. The beauty of imperfection… Who decides what art is? You and I do! What hangs in the big galleries is something others has decided. But we exhibit there sometimes too. If it is more art than ours? Good question! Are art critics always right? Don´t think so. But after all they are only humans.
A tag, someones signature. Could that be someone elses art?
All images found and framed by me in Torremolinos, Spain 2015. Thank you for helping out! Whoever you are and when ever you did.
These were my toys when I was a child. Remember? Spending lots of time in the woods with my friends. However I played with Dinky Toys also. And Matchbox. Being a boy brought up in the 50´s it was only natural, and my father owned a garage. It is a great feeling still having my old toys. Once a child I think we are always children. One way or another. But perhaps not as much as we should be.
I have always had an interest in sports. To do or to look at. This is my first pair of running shoes with spikes and my first pair of skates. But it is not my first pair of hockey gloves… Photography, a great way to remember.
The third day and final letters in my photographic alphabet, The Stockholm version 2015. It will take some time before i stop thinking about letters when I take my walks in the city. But another time and another place, and I will do it again. No, it was not made in order from A to Z, if you ever wondered. I gave myself the artistic freedom not to.
R was the trickiest to find. But when you do this exercise for some time you get a skilled eye. This is the only R, while I have many of the other letters. Some more favorites than others.
Yes, it is me. Like Hitchcock or Jacques Tati…
I have found the letters all over the city. Building sites are useful. Letters are everywhere, just start looking.
Now when my alphabet is finished, I can´t stop looking at details. Everywhere I see letters. Some are obvious, others more obscure. It certainly keeps my mind and fantasy going. My photographers mind. If I do it again the fonts will not be the same.
“Parents arguing with a child”. 4×5″ Dicomed scanner image.
Exhibiting is an exciting experience. Time to show your work, images, pictures to others. Perhaps after working hard for a long time in solitude. An ego boost. Personally I create with my heart, my eyes and a gut feeling. I seldom, or never, analyze. If it feels good to me, then it is good. The best thing with exhibiting, or just showing to others, is to listen to what people say about your images. Things perhaps you are not aware of yourself. That happens to me every time, and I just love it. Talking to people and listen to their opinion. What professional critics say I have trouble to understand. Perhaps we are on different ends of the creative rope? Here are three images that I remember especially. What friends told me about these images I had not thought about myself. Not even close.
“Illustration to the standard size of tomatoes in EU”. 8×10″ Polaroid transfer“Illustration to the standard size of tomatoes in EU”. 8×10″ Polaroid transfer
Finally I would like to recommend an ongoing exhibition by Jostein Skeidsvoll at Galleri Axel in Stockholm. Open until 22/3. Adress Södermannagatan 16. Great work by a great person! Go see if you can!
Art is a set of mind. In photography and painting you frame your work. You decide what to put inside your frame, and that is your piece of art. Whatever it is. And we humans like to frame things before we put it on our walls. Expensive, cheap or for free. 
These images that I present here are just as much made by others. I saw the shapes and formes and they appeared to me. I framed them with my camera. At the top is the Mona Lisa of Torremolinos. Who did this version, and why? Who and when did they put this letter in the street? When ever they did, I am sure they didn´t thought about taking a photo from it years later. After years of wear and tear. But I did. 
This is street photography, just from the street. The beauty of imperfection… 
Who decides what art is? You and I do! What hangs in the big galleries is something others has decided. But we exhibit there sometimes too. If it is more art than ours? Good question! Are art critics always right? Don´t think so. But after all they are only humans. 
On a photographers mind 