Roy Lindquist

Norway, born 1950

Norway, Langevåg

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Every morning for 11 years Every morning for 11 years, I went to class to do my ballet training. Gently warm up, then hard exercise and then for one ore two hours sweet and tears to achieve the perfection of classical ballet………

Every morning for 11 years

Every morning for 11 years, I went to class to do my ballet training. Gently warm up, then hard exercise and then for one ore two hours sweet and tears to achieve the perfection of classical ballet………

Damien Hirst and me…. What have I and Damian Hirst in common ? 1. We both has worked as Undertaker. 2. We both are occupied with the issue of Death. 3. Both was borne and bread in a labour family  4. Non of us is tall. 5. Hirst made his scull in dimonds, I made my scull in artography 6. Otherwise nothing else………may be have the same shadow. High-res

Damien Hirst and me….


What have I and Damian Hirst in common ?

1. We both has worked as Undertaker.

2. We both are occupied with the issue of Death.

3. Both was borne and bread in a labour family 

4. Non of us is tall.

5. Hirst made his scull in dimonds, I made my scull in artography

6. Otherwise nothing else………may be have the same shadow.

“The trifling tin and Art Takes Times Square  ” by Roy Lindquist Lately there has been a invitation to join a sort of competition:  ArtTakesTimesSquare, where you pay to become “One in hundreds of hungry artists” who fight to get out of there swamp to hopefully be recognizes as an serious artist of contemporary ore fine art. How fair is that to be just a drop of water in the ocean and just come in a flash of a moment on a digital screen in Time Square? I find it is just a money making machine that has been invented, to make all of us who are starving in the shadow of the few multi commercial  artists who run the galleries and media, and keep us like fools. The artistic world of “famous” artists will never let any other than them self get into the limelight. It`s a rotten world fore the few…… I am not coming to Time Square…there is no room for any newcomers…believe me RL

“The trifling tin and Art Takes Times Square  ” by Roy Lindquist


Lately there has been a invitation to join a sort of competition:  ArtTakesTimesSquare, where you pay to become “One in hundreds of hungry artists” who fight to get out of there swamp to hopefully be recognizes as an serious artist of contemporary ore fine art. How fair is that to be just a drop of water in the ocean and just come in a flash of a moment on a digital screen in Time Square? I find it is just a money making machine that has been invented, to make all of us who are starving in the shadow of the few multi commercial  artists who run the galleries and media, and keep us like fools.

The artistic world of “famous” artists will never let any other than them self get into the limelight. It`s a rotten world fore the few…… I am not coming to Time Square…there is no room for any newcomers…believe me

RL

Blue cranium  ©roylindquist2012 There isa part of my life that`s not been mentioned in my artwork, and that is my 15 years as an undertaker. I have worked and deal`d with death on a daily basis, and I came quit close to the reality of what is due to come to all of us one day. Blue cranium, which I call this artwork, is not something scary, but something beautiful. Once was thise human remains people like us, with all there dreams and all the insight to life. When a person dies, its like a hole library burns down and we are left behind in the shadow.  High-res

Blue cranium 

©roylindquist2012

There isa part of my life that`s not been mentioned in my artwork, and that is my 15 years as an undertaker. I have worked and deal`d with death on a daily basis, and I came quit close to the reality of what is due to come to all of us one day.

Blue cranium, which I call this artwork, is not something scary, but something beautiful. Once was thise human remains people like us, with all there dreams and all the insight to life. When a person dies, its like a hole library burns down and we are left behind in the shadow. 

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