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at the sanatorium / three times 30 x 30 / acrylics on paper / n.y.

















exhibition wall / gallery Skådebanan / 2021












affisch Sander 2016


size 30 x 30 cm, acrylics on canvas
Exhibition at Passagen Art Hall Lab / Linköping, Sweden  5 march – 6 april

Paintings and objects

( more paintings here )

PLab flygandets poesi mini



mixed media / 21 x 25 x 4,5
















… a site for my paintings only – click on the picture below …

gränssnitt soundlogg

camera lucidaFrom now on I will more or less regularly publish my paintings here WPM paintings .


utställning på Galleri Kronan / Lilla Galleriet / Norrköping

utställningen innehåller visuella gestaltningar och ljudverket My Father – The Sea.

Välkomna på vernissagen den 23 februari kl 13 ! Utställningen pågår till den 10 mars.

recensionerna: Norrköpings Tidningar, Folkbladet Norrköping, , Östgöta Correspondenten

Kronan 2

Kronan 1

hemtrakter bild

[ Tillstånd ]  State & permission / a comment on my exhibition at Sander gallery Linköping

Since the mid sixties, I have worked with images.

In three years, I can celebrate 50 years as an artist.

No one is more surprised above this than myself.

For it is only in retrospect that things become clearer – some are

smaller now, others disappear, some have never happened

– the importance shows up when one continues.


My themes in all these years have been few, and eventually

only one: the poetic, the indeterminable, that which unapprovable

exists in the interstices, between the physical existence and

the ability to imagine the other.

This third, which – I think – is the biggest part of our lives;

that which we can try to rewrite, using the language’s infinite

veil, doing pictures or use eloquent silence.

The driving force is a search for the essence – an essence that

we know is something indeterminate at its core.

Every time I thought – now, now I know, and also what to do

it has eluded me again. It was rare that I succeeded in my intentions –

not this time, but next time, perhaps …

Go and see my paintings and drawings of the interstices

in their present shape.