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I have started[roundabouts] by derkert

I have started my own DA. A blog/webpage.  Here is a short blogpost:

First we got iPhones, iPad and iPods
— now we are happy to present iDerkert. The logical step forward in user interface. He is also almost alive, and carries not only a lot of brains but also a throbbing heart. He likes humans and bots just the same — as long as their automated behavior is polite and friendly. “Sweet”, commented an automaton the fact that iDerkert got a new follower on a social network page. iDerkert became very happy. Many iLikes!

Address: roundabouts.edvardderkert.se/
More black and white photos from Spain and Portugal.

see Part 1. derkert.deviantart.com/journal…

After a stay in Sweden summer 2016, two exhibitions and one book project, me and Kathrin Diestel embarked on a trip with our very old mobile home. I am now once again back in Germany. For two and a half month we travelled around  the Iberian peninsula; Portugal and Spain. We saw many wondrous landscapes and visited many for us unknown places, and of course I took many photographs that I now have been sorting and fixing up in Photoshop. Here are a few examples. They are all in black and white. Don't know why, they just looked better with out colors. Some are also a bit on the dark side. You want them darker" Good! More black and white photos will be published  in future journals. Hope you like them!

Other tub-journals:

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"The Tale of the Tub" (from the late1600) is the title of a social satire by Jonathan Swift, mostly known for his books about Gulliver's travels. His satire mirrors his society in a rather bleak looking glass. What he portrays is ignorance and affectations. In his world mankind cloaks its malevolent inner self with fancy clothes. Clothes and textiles were in Swift's day very useful as symbols and metaphors: "is not religion a cloak, honesty a pair of shoes worn out in the dirt, self-love a surtout, vanity a shirt, and conscience a pair of breeches, which, though a cover for lewdness as well as nastiness, is easily slipped down for the service of both." Swift is a cynic and a misogynist. All is a sham!

“In most corporeal beings which have fallen under my cognisance, the outside hath been infinitely preferable to the in, whereof I have been further convinced from some late experiments.  Last week I saw a woman flayed, and you will hardly believe how much it altered her person for the worse.  Yesterday I ordered the carcass of a beau to be stripped in my presence, when we were all amazed to find so many unsuspected faults under one suit of clothes."

I read his book because I want to examine one the inspirational sources for Laurence Sternes merrier  "The Life and opinions of Tristram Shandy, gentlemen" published more or less a century after Swifts book. Sternes novel is very different from Swifts satire, but both books are highly recommendable and can be downloaded for free in many different formats. My interest in tubs are just coincidental. Swifts tub have in his book two different symbolic meanings, but the phrase "a tale of a tub" also refers to a tall tale, a cock and bull story,  A dictionary says it is synonymous with a "flimflam, for idle discourse, a tale of a roasted horse." What a wonderful language English is. Filmflam can also refer to nonsense. Another nice phrase is whim wham, a fancy, a whim. My tub-whim-whams, or tub-whim-shams go to back some years to to DA member Frank B. Jones (cycamores and ceders sycamores-and-cedars.deviantar…) fascination with the Swedish swimming-practice called "torr sim" (dryswim), the land drill. I have now created "The Tub Swim for mr Jones." I am hope he will enjoy my little folly.

In the first picture we see a lightly clad woman sort of "floating" in a tub. On the wall there hangs a painting: "The Nightmare" by Henry Fuseli from 1781. The little imp/monkey that sits on the tub is not exactly the same as in the painting, it is taken from another version of the same scene. A bad omen?

In the second picture the tub is used as vessel, a boat, where the dreaming woman from Fuselis painting is alone at sea. Maybe an escape from the imp and the horse in the original painting. The third pict portrays three small boys equally adrift, but this time in a coffin. What it means, you tell me!

The fifth picture is of a tub put to use as a shrine for Virgin Mary. The shrine is guarded by blindfolded female guards while three eggs are floating close to the beach. The symbolic meaning once again is above my apprehension.

The last picture is quite different. A client (?) is visiting a painter. On his canvas you can see a woman paddling a tub. Nearby another tub have capsized. What does it all mean, I have my ideas but I won't tell you.

Hi, I am busy writing and have not made any visual art for some time now.
Trying to stay focused on what I am doing I also more or less skip
Deviant Art as well, and mIssing out on what all my friends are doing,
but so it goes. But just to let you know I am not gone for good I now
upload some old stuff in a sort of pop art vein. That's all for this time.

See you! Edvard
Hi, I am busy writing and have not made any visual art for some time now. Trying to stay focused on what I am doing I also more or less skip Deviant Art as well, and mIssing out on what all my friends are doing, but so it goes. But just to let you now I am not gone for good I now upload some old stuff in a sort of pop art vein. That's all for this time. See you! Edvard

Pop meets Pulp

When and where Pop art  started can be discussed – but one thing is sure: its birth did not take place in America. Some say Pop started with Dada, some say it all began in postwar Britain. England after the war was a drab place without glamour and bright colors. The coal smoke clad everything in gray and brown. This was of course long before Swinging London.
So when Scottish artist Eduardo Luigi Paolozzi who been abroad, to Paris and there found American popular magazines the colors and the glamourous and sexual content knocked him of his feet and he immediately started to glue these pictures into his scrapbooks, making collages out of them.

The first piece which could be considered "real pop art" was Paolozzis " I was a rich mans's plaything" from 1947 which even had the word "pop" in it. see: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eduardo_…

In the early fifties other British artist got interested in Paolozzis collages, especially Richard Hamilton who in 1956 made a famous collage, also with the word "pop" in, and also with the same sexual subject matter and the same, maybe ironic, nod to American consumerism He called it "Just what is it that makes todays homes so different, so appealing?" It is here in my journal, last pic. Above it you can also see another collage by Hamilton "Interior II" from 1964.

When I started working on my remake of a pulp magazine illustration (4th pic from above) I came to think of Richard Hamiltons Interior II. First I cut out  the poor couple just about  to be fed to the piranhas and asked Photoshop to do the content aware fill in. It looked rather strange, but reminded me of "Interior II". So i did some pasting and painting to hid PS odd fill-ins. Only in the last version I used some of the fillings – instead of hiding them – the PS alterations, to produce a neither very logical or realistic fish animal.  Richard Hamilton was by the way the designer of The Beatles "White album". I made three versions of this "pulp goes pop" and decided to pay homage to Richard Hamilton my Re-using his title: "Just what is it that makes todays homes so different, so appealing?" Hope you like them!
Where you meet Winnie the Pooh and Madame Pompadour.

first part: derkert.deviantart.com/journal…
second part: derkert.deviantart.com/journal…

What about an open object that fills up space? You can live inside it like a snail in it's shell, decorate it with wallpaper and paintings. Furbish it according to your own design. Or you can shape it like a potter from the outside thus creating a solid three dimensional object that contains an empty space, the within. Which you can fill up with what ever you please! It is the sole purpose of an empty jar. That is at least what Winnie the Pooh tells Eeyore when he gives him an empty honey pot as a birthday present. Winnie is now and then real Zen, but the truth is that the honey loving bear couldn't resist the honey while on his was to  Eeyore's  birthday party. In fact the bear loves his honey so much that he gladly takes a honey bath. (fig. 1.) Space does exist in flat pictures, but only virtually! But perceiving 3-D space is hard to avoid. We naturally "think" in three dimensions, so we "see" space and volumes on the flat surface. We are that stupid - or that clever.

We like rooms, not to small so we feel cramped (like Alice when she drank of the bottle with the label that read: "drink me", or not so big that we can't observe where the room ends. We also like to have room fitted with doors and windows. (fig.2.) A room without doors or window are closed, sealed. One can neither get in our out, if the walls are not transparent which they usually aren't, you can't see either out or in. I've you are inside this room and the lights go out – you are the dark. That would make a very boring picture indeed, just like Malevich's black square.  Figure  3. shows an empty white cube and a compact, or sealed black one. The black cube. Which one would you like to live in? So you want a room that is not sealed, passageways to the outside are badly needed. So open the  ceiling or the front and you got a doll house or a theater. (fig. 2.)You can paint the walls, put in furniture, lamps, and dolls inside it. And make openings like doors, windows and chimneys.

Tubs, buckets or pots are all containers and may be filled with stuff, coal, honey, nails, proverbs or people, anything goes. Often enough water is the chosen element, and if not water at least another liquid matter. Madame Pompadour, official chief mistress of Louis XV from 1745 to her death, was said to prefer champagne to water when relaxing in her tub. I could not find any paintings of her in the bath, but in figure 4. (panting F. Boucher) you can see her in her extravagant silken dress reading a letter in her boudoir. The only visual connections I could find to the Pompadour tub was two bathroom utensils (fig. 5.) decorated with the very same painting

If a pot is filled with water its content can only be observed from certain angles, or not at all if it has a lid. Closed lids are less satisfactory, they give so little away, but if it accommodate something slightly higher than the receptacle - for example; a furry animal like a rabbit - it's existence can be induced from right up front, by its ears sticking up. (fig. 6.)

This can't be said of the rabbit, neatly cut to pieces, simmering in a stew. If we now see the pot from the very same angle, no ears will be seen above the rim, but hopefully fumes will be leaving the pot in an upward dance so we can induce, especially it the pot is on a stove, that something liquid is boiling, that something is changing form, water to vapor, rabbit to food. Or at least partly so. Lets hope that our dear bear won't drown in his honey. I imagine honey swimming to be very exhausting! Change is not always good, but always interesting.
STRANGE TRANSFIGURATIONS

(Just a short intermission from the tub journals)

The image on the far left is the cover of  Walt Coburns "Sky Pilot Cowboy" for the series Popular Libarary and was published 1948. Why it was called Sky Pilot is really a mystery – no are airoplanes in, but you should never should judge a book by the cover; this seems to be a normal dime western novel.  

A lot of people are huge fans of pulp, they collect, and when the find the original artworks for the book or magazine covers they are more the happy to publish a scanned high res version on the internet. Thank you very much! The original painting is the second image from the left. Maybe it was to big for the scanner, part of the top has been cropped which you can observe if you compare it to the published cover on the left

I started out with the hi res original version and first cut out the the horse and the cowboy. They can always come in handy for a future picture. Then I invited Photoshop to take part in my image-making, to help me a bit with a function Adobe calls something like "content aware fill" which means that the program is trying too figure out from the pictorial context what should be filled in when you cut out a piece of a picture. It works fine when you cut a little boat from a big sea or a football from a lawn. But it you ask for something more tricky PS fails miserably. Which can, but not very often, produce interesting and surprising collage-like results. See Picture nr 3 from the left! The gun man picked up material from the horse, and the horse picked background information from the gunslinger. But these funny "accidents" are always just a beginning……..

I did not know the title of the western novel when I started out, and for some reason the strange brown thing in this western context reminded me of the Sci– FI classic Stranger in a strange world by Robert A. Heinlein. (The picture on there far right) My and PS:s remaking of the book cover got really weird in the end. Like a subdued Neo Rausch.Being a graphic designer I naturally had to get more space for the title and a the name of the author. Now you can decide if you like my eclectic cover better than the original. The are indeed very different!  And maybe there is a story here somewhere?!

In the end I discarded the red cardinal garb and exchanged the meter head for a stirrup, I think. see:derkert.deviantart.com/art/Str… Now the "stranger" looks more like a regular alien.

Tubs Part 2.
first part: derkert.deviantart.com/journal…

People like rooms. We like boundaries. Contrasts. Imagine yourself alone in an infinite space evenly lit up, with no specific sources of light, or just flooded in compact darkness. Space without a place makes space impossible to comprehend. To get a sense of  infinite space you have to know about confinement, about rooms. Living creatures seek out confined spaces like holes or caves because they serve them with protection.  Some of us wear armor like bugs and  knights, others have rooms close by to withdraw to when life gets tough. Art abhors boundlessness. Art stakes out space, draw up borders, make up rules to stay within, or break. In or out is,  a matter of life. It is surely much more safe to snorkel in a bathtub than among sharks outside Australia. Hm, maybe not all of the time! At least not for some of my actors! But that is another story.



Art is also, usually, much safer than life. Here we can all take great risks without drowning or getting swallowed by beasts. Art can be nonfigurative or depict things; landscapes, rooms, animals and people. I rarely indulge in non figurative art. I want connections to the world, not just the music, however pretty it can look.

My pictures are inhabited. I often make pictures that look like simple stage sets. I like building these constructions, but the stage is empty without actors or props. The stage can be a room or a landscapes, but I want things to happen in the scenes. Pictures can not embody temporal aspects like the story or the play can, only spatial. You can't read an image from left to right. Pictures are then of course not ideal for storytelling. In the still Image everything happens at the same time. What the artist can do is to provide suggestive material for the observer to make up his own story. What happened before this scene, what happened after. In the world of pictures there are only lines and surfaces. The rooms and spaces we find in pictures are fictional. But lines and surfaces are all we have, so how are they made and what do they?

Paint fill up areas. Drawing defines areas by borders. When you cut, the edges define areas! With a computer you can cut, draw and paint - virtually. The photographer takes - he arranges, he frames, he does not "make". Photography deals only with light, and it's absence. A basic trait it shares with all visual arts. White light - black shadows. That is where it all starts. Black text on paper, or on a screen. The all so important contrast. In the beginning all was a dark abyss, then there was light - and therefore shadows. Lightness AND Darkness. And Colors, they came along with light, just differentiated wavelengths. With lines and surfaces the artist can conjure a world. A neat trick indeed.



The other day my king, Karl XVI Gustav proclaimed, a bit jocular, that in his opinion bathtubs should be forbidden, because of scarcity of water on this planet. In order to get clean a shower should do, according the royal highness. One wonders if he himself have ordered the removal of all tubs in all his castles and mansion. The all to polite reporter obviously didn't raise the question. The Swedish kingdom have a lot of skeletons in the wardrobe, but now also in the bathtub. This tub comment from the kingdom of Sweden gave me a natural angle to start my series of journals about tub inside and outside my picture world. I like tubs I find them funny. Why? To explain why I am attached to tubs I have to consider what a tub is and was it isn't. In order to do that I have to examine other picture objects like holes and doors. It will be a rather long and winding journey I am afraid, but I hope my travels in the world of pictures will be worthwhile. First I will consider these object from a functional perspective and then I will plunge into more symbolic waters. The text for this journal is very long and I decided to cut it up into smaller pieces.

A tub is a container, and is like a room defined in space. The infinite space has no borders and is here of little interest. Infinity does not fit in a page or on a screen. When Robert Fludd, English mystic, 1617 wanted to portray the infinite primal darkness in book of his, the illustrator made a black square, maybe the first. At any rate it was almost 300 years prior to Malevic black square. Fludds square did no cover the whole page. To  convey the idea of infinite darkness every side of the square had the same Latin words inscribed. ”Et sic in infinitum”, and so on infinitely. The primal darkness is  in contrast to the page of a book without form and infinite and know no boundaries.See  viola.bz/black-square-effect/



Rooms have walls in the same sense that pictures have frames, or at least borders that let us know where reality takes over. One could argue for special cases where the borders of artworks are a bit blurred, like rock paintings and drawings in the sand. The most extreme case is of course gestural drawings, as for instance when you want to explain a spiral to someone who don't speak you language. This gesture differs fundamentally in three respects from drawings on a surface. First it is performed three dimensionally, secondly it leaves no traces, and thirdly it is not framed. But back to the tub. The tub is a container like pots, pans, jars, cupboards, coffins and cans. It differs from doors, windows and holes in the sense that it won't take us further. The container  has no back doors, no portholes to other worlds.


The other day my king, Karl XVI Gustav proclaimed, a bit jocular, that in his opinion bathtubs should be forbidden, because of scarcity of water on this planet. In order to get clean a shower should do, according the royal highness. One wonders if he himself have ordered the removal of all tubs in all his castles and mansion. The all to polite reporter obviously didn't raise the question. The Swedish kingdom have a lot of skeletons in the wardrobe, but now also in the bathtub. This tub comment from the kingdom of Sweden gave me a natural angle to start my series of journals about tub inside and outside my picture world. I like tubs I find them funny. Why? To explain why I am attached to tubs I have to consider what a tub is and was it isn't. In order to do that I have to examine other picture objects like holes and doors. It will be a rather long and winding journey I am afraid, but I hope my travels in the world of pictures will be worthwhile. First I will consider these object from a functional perspective and then I will plunge into more symbolic waters. The text for this journal is very long and I decided to cut it up into smaller pieces.

A tub is a container, and is like a room defined in space. The infinite space has no borders and is here of little interest. Infinity does not fit in a page or on a screen. When Robert Fludd, English mystic, 1617 wanted to portray the infinite primal darkness in book of his, the illustrator made a black square, maybe the first. At any rate it was almost 300 years prior to Malevic black square. Fludds square did no cover the whole page. To  convey the idea of infinite darkness every side of the square had the same Latin words inscribed. ”Et sic in infinitum”, and so on infinitely. The primal darkness is  in contrast to the page of a book without form and infinite and know no boundaries.See  viola.bz/black-square-effect/




Rooms have walls in the same sense that pictures have frames, or at least borders that let us know where reality takes over. One could argue for special cases where the borders of artworks are a bit blurred, like rock paintings and drawings in the sand. The most extreme case is of course gestural drawings, as for instance when you want to explain a spiral to someone who don't speak you language. This gesture differs fundamentally in three respects from drawings on a surface. First it is performed three dimensionally, secondly it leaves no traces, and thirdly it is not framed. But back to the tub. The tub is a container like pots, pans, jars, cupboards, coffins and cans. It differs from doors, windows and holes in the sense that it won't take us further. The container  has no back doors, no portholes to other worlds.
Dear friends! I have been mostly absent the last two years; no comments, no faves, no artwork. I have now made up my mind to get back again. Hope all my old friends area still here.

It is not that I have been uninterested in making pictures, or in DeviantArt,  I have just been caught up with my projects.  In my absence I have had three exhibitions, made one film, "Der Weg allen Fleisches", (The way of all flesh),  and published two books, "Hoppla – Här vilar inga ledsamheter" (Hoopla – no sorrow down the road) and "Uppenbarelser" (Apparitions)


I am also writing a lot. One book project is about Photography and the other in is about lines, yes, a rather odd subject, and I really don't now where this will lead me. But writing and thinking about lines sometimes turns my thoughts into complicated knots which I unsuccsessful try to untangle when I need to fall a sleep. So in order to keep my self reasonable sane I now combine writing and picture making.

The books "Hoppla" is out of print, but if you are interested in in  "Uppenbarelser" you can it buy for 10 euro + shipping. Please contact me if you are interested! The book contains nearly 100 pictures, mostly in color.Size:  215 x 225 mm. Pages: 106 pages Two texts are in swedish and a short one in english.


The film will be available next year as a book/CD with texts in swedish, english and german.

My latest book (2015) is stylistically a bit different, simpler and more consequent in style, hope you like it. Some people prefer my "dadaistic" style, others were enthusiastic and praised the book for it's simplicity and precision. I certainly worked very hard with it, and I am still rather pleased with it. The book is called apparitions because the figures appear on the page, or on the stage, more by themselves when I combine picture elements, but when they have arrived I don't leave them in peace, not until I am satisfied with their forms and expressions.


My recent pictures are very different though now – less graphic and more painterly. I will soon upload some of my new artworks so you can see your self. Nice to be back!

edvard

Everything seems to be against me right. Not true – but it feels that way. Just an example: I have planned a book release party on satyrday but the the digital printing machine broke so I might nt get it in time. A bookrelease without a book! Well there will wine for my guests..... You are all welcome! What still seems to give me pleassure is making pictures. I can forget the world. I am back with more semi-abstract-strange organic/human/animal figures. Simple stuff and almost without intent. These figures come to me while working. They are sort of not made up. We make them together! Them and me. Hope you like them. We do!

I just realized that I have been extremely inactive on DA. My last journal was from the  10th of March.  I have been busy though, I have been a so called artist in residence in a town called Königswinter for some time now. Just left the other week. Now I am in Schwerin and I will soon head for home. And the everyday dreary reality; the hassle which belong in this sphere, making money etc. This is a rather long journal – so if you want to you can scroll down to the pictures right away.

During my stay in Köningswinter I have been working hard on making a short film. But I did not have any program to use, After effects would no longer run on my computer, and beside is was a bit compacted to work with. So I settled for a simple and as I thought reliable program. But after two weeks I just could not use it, it was to erratic and hours of work quite often just disappeared. So after a nervous search (I had a deadline)  on internet I downloaded Apples Motion a very cool, complicated and powerful program that I tried to do what I wanted i shortest possible time. In the end I could present a decent film called The way of all flesh. Then I went to Italy with Kathrin Diestel and did absolutely nothing artistic for three weeks.  Just charging my batteries for a new version of the film I was planning to show in an old bridge.

My last journal  was named Under the bridge. derkert.deviantart.com/journal… This time I move into one , or rather the remains of a bridge by the Rhein: The Ludendorf Brücke between Erpel und Remagen. Half an hours drive from Bonn. There is actually an american war film it: The bridge at Remagen from 1969. The old train bridge were destroyed, not by bombs, but from the American convoys crossing it. Or so the story goes. Anyway is not there anymore – just two towers on each side of the Rhein.


Right now there is an exhibition there called Gewaltige Bilder, which means something like powerful and violent pictures. It will be open until the 21th of September. Great show and great building. If you have the chance you must visit the exhibition. And see my film. web address: 2013.aktion2t.de/?page_id=694

Anyway prior to the exhibition I was there taking photographs inside the towers which I used to put together the Kafka like picture The stairs of Erpel.  derkert.deviantart.com/art/The… Very Photogenic rooms indeed. Hope you like them. You can see this montage slighly bigger here: derkert.deviantart.com/art/Pic…


I take my walks. By my self. Got no dog, but a camera. Makes my walks double nice. Photographing as I walk along – it gives the feeling I am working at the same time time being free from the computer. I like taking photos – must are a not very good, so when I come back I throw most of them away. But it does not matter much. I usually visit the same spots over and over, some places have potental, and I am just waiting for the perfect light...... Here is one my favorite places. Under the Liljeholmen bridge in Stockholm. The light, the shadows, the reflections in the water or the ice, the many interesting vertical lines and of course the zig zag stairs..... I have photpgraphed this bridge for over ten years and and everyday there is something new to see. So what does bridge look llke on the other side: derkert.deviantart.com/journal…


There is somethings fishy with black and white photography: it got color. I have three old glass plates which I either photographed (in color) in a window (the soldier in wearing a cap) or I scanned them as non transparent plates. (the lamp in scanner won't start if I haven't got a special film holder installed, but these just plates don't fit).

What happens ( at least in he scanner) is that registers the surfaces of the plates as if they were non transparent. Yes, off course i inverter the photographs, otherwise you would haver seen the negatives. And yes, once  again, I tweaked them color wise in Photoshop, but I did not put in something new, the colors were all there, but a little subdued.

The biggest surprise I got from grandfather. I seen his stern face from the same negative most of life; having in my fathers office or in his study at home, but here surrounded by a pastel colored   frame he seems less frightening. I never met him, but I think most people  didn't smile into the camera of professional photographers in those days! (early 20th century) The last pic is the least dramatic, just a nice blush ting with some yellow red on the side. I used for a little montage called Happy Together Again! fav.me/d5tlgt3

But where, in these black and white photos, do the colors come from? I am not into chemistry! Any ideas?

I just love spiral staircases! This one I found in an old factory turned into a museum, Pytagoras, in Norrtälje a few kilometers outside Stockholm.  www.pythagorasmuseum.se/?p=eng… They used to produce boat motors there but stopped tge production around 1960. The factory is more or less intact with technology from turn of the centuary. Smells nice and oily to.

Here I just combined them so the staircases kind of continues thru every picture. I manipulated the photo some, took away walls, cupboards, opened up the door, closed the door. etc. And lots of filtering in PS. I the last pic I  put Helmut Reinelt behind the door, you see him through the glasswindow I also put up the sign "Walla Walla"! The name of his company, German artist, curator and general good guy. See his works on lequernez.deviantart.com/



see the pics:
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Welcome to visit Edvard Derkert  and Kathrin Diestel's show on Endstation [link] 24/6 - 22/7 Endstation is the name of a big art exhibition taking place in an old Hospital just outside Bonn, Germany.

Wahrheit usw means, as you might have guessed, the truth and so on. The show is a about a hospital, St. Joseph. The pictures presented on are from the archives of the hospital! see more info: fav.me/d549tmw

The last journal was very dark and dismal!  derkert.deviantart.com/journal… Sorry about that. So I want to show you some sunnier views from the bridge and the surrounding area. The shots haven taken within last 2-3 weeks and you can see that the last shots are more and less free from snow and ice. Spring is almost here! Soon I am done with the Liljeholmen bridge and can get on with my life! See also the the journal "under the bridge"; derkert.deviantart.com/journal…

1. The bridge seen from Södermalm (the inner city island) What you see is Liljeholmen area where I have my studio.
2. The second photo is taken from the Liljeholmen quay. The white thing just on the left of the sign in the water is a floating bath house.
3. The Liljeholmen quay and Södermalm seen from the bridge.
4. The bridge seen from the Södermalm side.
5. The bridge over the Liljeholmen quay.
6.  Shadows and light under  bridge on the Liljeholmen side.
7. Same view!