Resurfuced Faces Nr 909

Resurfaced Faces Nr 909

Resurfaced Faces Nr 909 – yet another addition to the Resurfaced series. I find comfort in returning to this project time and time again. Especially now with a new wave of corona chaos rolling in over Europe. I don’t exactly “doomscroll“, but even just keeping up to date via BBC and NYT can be a little testing.

Resurfaced CdC 00

Resurfaced Number 00

Some of the “Resurfaced” artifacts. are more or less colorless when I discover them. Not that there isn’t a hint or any clues of color when I look closely. Augmenting these minuscule telltale signs is part of a delicate process that aims to reintroduce some the colors which have faded through years of exposure to all kinds of weather.

Resurfaced Number 25

Ressurfaced Number 25

Captured this from a wall in Costa da Caparica, a sleepy, soulful suburb of Lisbon, Portugal. Like many of the places in other southern and eastern European cities that I’ve visited over the last couple of years, just as soon as I leave a big city’s ginormous urban footprint, small-town village life reappears without hesitation or embarrassment. And even there, hints of an even older era can often be seen. And it’s not unusual for me to find some really interesting artifacts in these places. Like the one above.

Resurfaced-nr-300(xc)

Resurfaced Nr 300(xc)

One of the great beauties of creativity is its unlimitedness. Most of the projects I work on do have a clear scope, a goal in somewhere insight, and often a set deadline which in itself automatically adds to the creative challenge. But not so for my Resurfaced series which is endless insofar that I keep traveling and discovering new surfaces created by a wide variety of unknown contributors. A collective of anonymous people posting stuff on surfaces that over time become an artifact worthy of my collection. Like the piece above, from the learned city of Lund in Sweden.

We Are Malmö Opera

We Are Malmö Opera

After listening to Alec Baldwin’s interesting recent interview with Estonian conductor, Paavo Järvi, I was reminded of a tangential subject. Five years ago, I started working on a 240-page coffee table book with 54 interviews and portraits of the folk working behind the scenes at Malmö’s premier cultural institution, Malmö Opera. The book was aptly titled, “We are Malmö Opera/Vi är Malmö Opera” and though I’ve since produced several other books, I still consider the opera book to be my career’s magnum opus. At least so far.

With time, I tend to forget how much effort and affection goes into my book projects. Especially those where the human component is so central. With the opera book, I was thrust into a world where I had very limited knowledge, but over time learned so much about and became in awe of.

A multitude of technical complexities (like lens and lighting choices), thousands of small and large creative options, and months of social interaction and policy navigation made producing content for the book an inspiring challenge. And it’s really only when I dig deep into the vast archive of published and unpublished photographs from that 6-month project, that I fully grasp how tremendous an undertaking it was. According to Bokus, the book is now out of print. But you can read more about the project here: www.operaboken.se

The One That Got Away

The One That Got Away

Every summer, one of the village’s many wild meadows gets populated with a dozen or so cows and bulls. During our daily walks to and from the harbor, we pass these gentle summer guests. Seeing them graze so peacefully with the sea as a beautiful backdrop, always gives me a sense of privilege. To experience these wonderful creatures up close is such a great gift. A reminder of how we used to respect the animals that give us so much and the contemptuous behavior we have for them today.

From time to time, I also consider that the summer meadow is the last place the cows will exist in freedom before being trucked to a factory and slaughtered. Yesterday, during our long walk with Lenny on the fresh, crunchy snow, I imagined what it would look like if one of the past summer’s cows had somehow managed to escape when the rest of the herd were removed from the meadow, unknowingly headed towards their final moments as living beings. And so, I call the above image, “The One That Got Away”.

I haven’t made up my mind about the burgeoning lab-grown meat industry. It’s interesting and I’m sure to try a BBQ:e ribeye once it becomes available. But this is kind of like electric cars. EVs are cool and certainly better for the planet short-term. But even when electric cars and trucks become mainstream, will they really help reverse the environmental impact we’ve inflicted on the planet long-term?

I’m skeptical.

There’s just so much energy and raw materials needed to produce an electric vehicle that it’ll take years before today’s embryonic benefits will offset the cost of excavating all the precious materials needed for batteries and the emissions generated from the car industry’s manufacturing process. Not to mention that most of the electricity used to charge all the car batteries, especially in countries like the US, will for decades continue to predominately come from fossil fuel sources.

So, correspondingly, I worry that all the raw material and chemicals needed to produce lab meat (as well as much of the processed ingredients many fake-meat, vegan products contain) won’t justify the means environmentally.


Get Back: The Beatles

Like most reasonable people my age, The Beatles played an immeasurable part in my musical upbringing. The band’s entire catalog of tunes literally defined pop music as a genre and they set the gold standard for how harmonies, catchy lyrics, and a chorus with a hook should be crafted, sung, and played.

I have never been a Stones fan. It was always The Beatles. More talent, less flare. Better songs, less heroin.

Kenny Stewart, a good friend up the block from me on Alfred Street in West L.A., was of Scottish descent and his parents loved the Fab Four. He and I would sit in his tiny bedroom and listen for hours to the family’s scratchy LP collection with the Beatles. This was back in 1970 or 1971, shortly after John, Paul, George, and Ringo went separate ways.

I never got to see them live, but I have a vague memory of my mother saying that she saw them at the Hollywood Bowl in 1965. I used to own the album Introducing The Beatles, but sadly, like my old Gibson SG Junior, it too was stolen. Possibly during one of my life’s umpteen moves.

I’ve not yet seen Peter Jackson’s new documentary with footage from The Beatles last studio session. But I am planning to do so soon.

Abandoned buildings

Abandoned Studio

Since I began painting in 1986, I’ve had at least a half dozen dedicated studios and combinations of gallery and studio. It’s been a couple of years since I last had a proper space to paint at and I can feel the urge growing. Whenever I see an abandoned interior like the one above from Zadar/Croatia, I try to assess whether or not it would work for me. The very first studio I had in Malmö was in an old brick building on Neptunigatan and it was torn down a couple of years ago. It was huge, had great light, and was reasonably affordable. I do much of my current creative work on a 27″ iMac. But I long to paint on a canvas the size of the wall behind it.

Zadar

Cabin Life in Zadar

A wonderful shot of us in front of our rented cabin at the Falkensteiner Premium Campsite by friend and Community Manager Forrest Stilin. Just back in Sweden after a few weeks of remote working via Grab a Home in Zadar, a scenic seaside city in western Croatia along the Adriatic Sea. Crossed paths with several interesting fellow coworkers from around the world and thoroughly enjoyed the off-season experience. Even held a couple of energizing Qigong sessions for community members on the beach.

Coincidentally, today is the 25th anniversary of our meeting for the very first time in Göteborg, Sweden back in 1996. It’s been nothing short of an amazing adventure ever since and I feel humbled when I consider how great our lives have turned out thus far. Far greater than either of us could have imagined at the onset and probably better than what each of us could have managed on our own.

Charlotte and I have always had traveling as our highest priority. Together, we’ve visited, as well as experienced living, in many amazing places around the world. And yet, somehow, within our adventures, we’ve also both managed to have two relatively successful careers and raised Elle, our beautiful daughter, who’s now creating an interesting storyline on her own.

Hysteria Free Zone

Hysteria Free Zone, Anybody?

A friend recently wrote an interesting piece, the first in a multipart series, about the state of America today. The gist of his very first installment is that we are currently living in an era of hysteria.

I couldn’t agree more.

Hysteria has become a norm, a default state of mind for so many, many people. It’s as if some folks don’t feel alive if there isn’t a reason to get hysterical about something or someone. The media obviously plays a huge part in this drama. They literally feed off every sensational, click-baiting headline they can muster. More hysteria means more ad revenue. I might need to stop feeding the media and find a hysteria-free zone somewhere.

But you don’t have to have a mail-order degree in psychology to deduce that it’s the vial divisiveness on the most popular social media platforms that are fueling the hysteria fire. I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately. How practically everyone has strong opinions about just about everything these days. Especially the really dumb people that feel compelled to argue vocally about all kinds of stuff.

Like the folks that have previously allowed themselves to get vaccinated nine times without a complaint, but now feel increasingly threatened by even the thought of preventative covid-19 shots. They don’t care about the greater good, if the ICUs are maxed out or if their stupidity means the virus gets a chance to mutate again and again and again. They just don’t give a shite. Instead, these dumb-asses take great comfort in being part of militant antivax groups where nonsense makes sense.

Hysteria.

Also a decent song by Def Leopard, a band I listened to for a short while back in the early 1980s.

The image above is called Pacific Blü Resurfaced 1983.

My wheelhouse

Within My Wheelhouse

Today I put together a short film from this morning’s Qigong by the Sea, worked on an illustration with a few cows from Vejbystrand,  worked on a short fiction story about when a lawnmower exploded a while ago. Oh, and I almost forgot that I also published this blog post with yet another artifact for the Resurfaced series.

Half-jokingly, half-seriously, I like to say that creativity is both a blessing and a curse. Once you get a taste for it and discover that you can be creative in so many, many ways, it’s hard not to find yourself spreading the juice across many spokes in the wheelhouse.

Painting Fish

A Return to Painting

I painted this canvas a couple of years ago in my studio in Malmö. It’s called “Shadowbanning the Koj” and was bought by friends Alexandra and Per in Göteborg, where it’s now hanging in their apartment.

In a recent post, I wrote about how liberating it is to feel fluidity between various creative mediums. And though my computer provides a lot of opportunities to express myself artistically, not even the fanciest of Apple’s offerings will ever be able to remotely come close to the hands-on joy and meditative state I feel when painting.

It’s been a while since I’ve had an easel, a few tubes of paint, brushes, and something to paint on. But I don’t think it will be much longer until I once again return to where my creative spirit was first discovered.

More of my art can be viewed here.


Resurfaced: Off the Wall

Here’s another discovery from a visit to Croatia – a country I’ve been to a few times and find increasingly agreeable for each visit. Especially Dubrovnic and Zadar, two totally different cities but where both offer visitors an astounding amount of architectural heritage. I found this piece off a wall somewhere in the old town of Zadar, one of Europe’s oldest cities.

Complicated Conundrum Nr 33(b)

COP26: A Most Complicated Conundrum

COP26 is over. In all honesty, I’ve been mildly interested in the conference. These climate conferences have mostly been PR events ending with agreements that have clearly done way too little to cool the planet. Nothing more. That’s not to say that I haven’t (naively) hoped for a solid plan from the politicians and corporate leaders to begin curbing the global use of fossil fuels and the emissions that are cooking and choking the planet.

This conundrum is obviously complicated. I’d argue that it’s the hardest math problem our species has ever tried to solve. I’m not even sure we can. Why? Well, because there are so many unknown variables in this particular equation.

While I think we actually could immediately lower emissions by drastically reducing the production of non-essential products and services, including all kinds of meat and farmed fish, and, by adding a steep carbon tax on just about anything that isn’t locally sourced and absolutely everything that originates from oil and the entire petrochemical industry, this would still only keep rising temperatures at bay short-term

The world’s population is growing. By 2099 (78 years from now), the projection is that we’ll be just shy of 11 billion people on Earth. That’s close to 3 billion more people than today or, approximately the combined amount of folks living in India and China right now.

I’m starting to think that Elon Musk might be right about moving to Mars.

The big question, the 800-pound gorilla in the corner of our ever-decreasing room, is, should we just cap the population growth for the sake of our species’ future? I mean, will we actually be able to feed all 11 billion hungry mouths, let alone build homes, create jobs, make furniture and supply all the other stuff that we “the privileged” take for granted today, for so many more earthlings? How could that possibly work? I mean, we’ve populated 50-70% of the world’s total landmass already. Where’s everyone going to live and what are they all going to eat? Lab steak? Rice milk? Seaweed salad?

However you slice it or dish it out, from an environmental perspective, COP26 was nothing but a huge fiasco, a failure. Yes, I think Greta was absolutely right when she said it was all blah, blah, blah. But I wonder, how could COP26 have been anything but blah, blah, blah? Decisions that would have had a real, tangible impact on the climate crisis were just too tough for any politician or corporate dude to dare take. How could they without risking the beginning of a global financial meltdown?

How could a CEO of a company like H&M, one of the world’s most successful retailers, tell stockholders that no, sorry, the company’s actually not going to be expanding into new markets anymore? That the leadership team has instead decided to reduce production, lay off workers in stores, close factories, and from now on will only produce collections of clothes, accessories, and furniture using 100% renewable and locally produced material?

Like many other consumer-faced corporations, H&M is dependent on increasing sales, expanding aggressively, high volume turnover, continuous cost-cutting, and streamlining their distribution channels in order to increase, or, at the very least, maintain profitability. Stockholders, especially enormous institutional investors, don’t care about the planet. Not if caring means lower quarterly earnings and plummeting annual dividends.

What politician would dare tell his or her constituents that they now have to make tremendous sacrifices, including putting an end to shopping sprees at H&M, quitting their daily one-click consumption at Amazon, and obsessively renewing gadgets every year at Apple? That they from now on can only eat real meat once a month and have to start taking the bus to work, or, just stay home and learn to get by on a meager UBI? Who’s going to put in place a law that says couples can now only have a single offspring (a la Deng Xiaoping’s one-child policy) and that no, there will be no more two-week all-inclusive holidays at exotic, faraway destinations?

From an existential perspective, I think the only relevant philosophical question is, should I really care about global warming, as it’s unlikely to impact me directly for the remainder of my lifetime? In other words, is it really my moral obligation to be worried and concerned enough to make profound sacrifices today, just to help my grandchildren and their future existential circumstances on the planet, if I’m already gone and at best, a fading memory? Or, should I just enjoy the life I have created for myself and hope/pray that people much, much smarter than me will somehow figure this stuff out? Even if it one day ultimately means abandoning Earth altogether?

Yes, this certainly is a complicated conundrum. There are no easy answers in sight and we clearly have yet another one of them divisive, contentious topics. But just as so many times before, it’s only a conundrum for those of us lucky enough to have time to even ponder an issue like global warming. People literally struggling to survive, be that in Africa, Asia, South America, or the US of A, certainly do not have this luxury. In all likelihood, they will once again see their lives changed by people they’ve never met or heard of.

Above image: “Complicated Conundrum Nr 33(b)”. Part of the Resurfaced series. Shot in Zadar, Croatia.

Soma FM Radio

SOMA FM
I totally believe in sharing good ideas and useful tips.

I realize that most of us have either Spotify or Apple Music and are totally content with the wealth of music both platforms provide. Personally, I get easily tired of these algorithmically generated mainstream playlists.

I mean, I do subscribe to and frequently use Apple Music, even on a daily basis. I listen to Apple Music during my morning shower or at the gym if the BBC Global News podcast ends before my workout routine does.

When I do listen, I usually pick a playlist called “Joakim’s Favorite Mix” which contains some mainstream hits but also a plethora of obscure artists from L.A.’s studio session mafioso and more or less forgotten singer/songwriters.

For the last 15 years, one of my main sources for alt music, at least while working, is San Francisco-based Soma FM. where they have a slew of music channels that offer an astonishingly wide range of genres. None of them mainstream.My favorite stations include Groove Salad and Drone Zone (all instrumental, great for writing). Here are a few of the others.

• Drone Zone – Safe with most medications. Atmospheric textures with minimal beats.

• Deep Space One – Deep ambient electronic, experimental, and outer space music.
• n5MD Radio – Emotional Experiments: Ambient, post-rock, & experimental electronic
•  DEF CON Radio – Music for Hacking. The DEF CON Year-Round Channel.
• Lush – Sensuous and mellow female vocals, many with an electronic influence.
• Fluid – Drown in the electronic sound of instrumental hip-hop, future soul, liquid trap.
• Suburbs of Goa – Desi-influenced Asian world beats and beyond.
• Beat Blender – A late-night blend of deep-house and downtempo chill.
• Boot Liquor – Americana Roots music for Cowhands, Cowpokes, and Cowtippers
• Dub Step Beyond – Dubstep, Dub, Deep Bass. May damage speakers at high volume.
Resurfaced Hyderabad India

Resurfaced: Hyderabad India

This Resurfaced piece is from Hyderabad, India where almost every wall I came across spoke to me and had something intriguing to look at. Not just because of the language barrier or the natural beauty of Hindi script. It was also the layers upon layers of age along with a plethora of partial messages, torn posters, and bleak ads that made it difficult to cover much ground while I was there.

Elle Raboff 21 years old

Elle Twenty-One

Our daughter Elle turns 21 today. That’s hard to grasp. Time surely flies when you’re a parent. Twenty years ago today, Charlotte, Elle, and I were living on Karon Beach in Phuket, Thailand where we stayed for almost 10 months.

Elle had already been walking for a while and so the three of us strolled slowly down to a local Thai restaurant where we celebrated her very first birthday. I’m pretty sure some luscious cake or creamy ice cream was served after our dinner.

Traditionally, we celebrate Elle’s birthday together, like last year when we ate covid-era dinner at Kitchen & Table in Malmö. Among the more faraway places we’ve celebrated her birthdays are Marrakech, New York, and L.A.

Sadly, this year, we are many, many miles apart. Hope we get together soon, though. So we can smother our amazing daughter with belated birthday hugs and tell Elle in person that we continue to be proud of and inspired by her.

Immersed & Resurfaced

Immersed & Resurfaced

Here’s an experiment with a Resurfaced artifact composed from a wall in Malmö, Sweden and a full-body selfie shot a few days ago in Vejbystrand, Sweden.

Resurfaced Number 44(x)

Resurfaced Number 44(x)

From my vantage point right now, the sun is shining. Figuratively and literally. The recent days have brought forth a steady flow of recognition for the resurfaced project is comforting and strengthening. It’s not for everyone, I realized that at the onset. Art isn’t for everyone. Most folks want what the world’s largest furniture company calls “wall decoration”. Which is totally fine.

Artist of the Month

Artist of the Month

I’m humbled by today’s official announcement by the Swedish Artists’ Association that I am Artist of the Month for November. I interpret this as an acknowledgment that my series “Resurfaced” is worthy of recognition by my peers.