CLAIM
I hereby lay claim to this symbol, sign, icon, the combination of black and yellow, wherever it may appear, in this or any other world, in whatever shape, form, pattern or composition, be it civil or military. I hereby claim to be its originator and owner. (Leif Elggren 1977)
Osward Road, London
Design by Anna Grobgeld Leff
A film by John Duncan 2005. 19 minutes. Text by LE. Soundtrack by John Duncan and Jean-Louis Huhta. Filmed in and around Scrutto di San Leonardo, Friuli Venezia Giulia, Italy.
A collaboration between Carolus XII (source), Simon Josse (mask), Jan Håfström (arrangement), Joachim Nordwall (photo) and LE (text, print, mask copy).
Mats B died May 15, 2009 (born 1951). We had talked for many years about that I should take a photo of him in a well known elevator in central Stockholm. Unfortunately this never happend, but nevertheless now it is done: On December 14, 2010 I took this photo in that elevator with Mats B´s famous cane. Mats B is dead, long live Mats B! More about this here
Drypoint engraving 1984
Engraving 1977
Dalarö 1987. Photo: Eva Arrhénborg
Photo: Annika von Hausswolff
Photo: Eva Arrhénborg
"My father dies in 1996; he reaches 90 years old; he is not my real biological father; I was adopted when I was two years old, anyway I have always considered him my father. He died and I have a vivid image of his appearance during his last days in the home for old people. I dress up in the same sort of underwear and take several photos of myself sitting in one of his favourite chairs. I am him and he is me."
This is the entrance to my sewer system. It is related to many different sub structures. It is always an enticement to follow the whirlpool down to other strategies; to the rats and the pale alligators and the bacterias and the worms and the unwanted children and the false teeth and the finger nails and the forbidden ejaculations and the leftovers and the canaries and the lost dreams of a better future and the stolen money and the blood and the stinkpots and the bitterness and the many hangovers and the shame and the thrown up pills and the tangled hair of single living old women and the kidney stones and the backbiters and the creeps and the wasted flowers and the drugs and all the other amazing or non-amazing planets in the hole of the universe.
Radical Electronic Music And Sound Art In The 21st Century by Thomas Bey William Bailey. More about this here
I stole this knife from my authentic fatal father when I was 12 and I am still happy about it.
This is an air-filter from a SAAB 96. It suits my head perfectly and it have a surprising resemblance to a Babylonian Royal Crown that can be seen on 4000 years old stone carvings from the old Babylonian empire. The background is like the following: 1986 I went down to Copenhagen together with my friends and collegues Göran Littorin, Lars Hoffsten and Mathilda Henmark. We was driving down in Görans SAAB-96. We parked the car in Malmö and took the ferry over to Copenhagen. We stayed in Copenhagen for a couple of days, met some friends and had a good time. On our way back, it was late in the evening, we did not get the car starting. Some problems with the fuel supply. We worked all night trying to solve the problem. Early in the morning we removed the air filter and, by some reason, I just tried it on my head and it was perfect, the size was perfect (and the car started a bit later). I was so happy and asked Göran to give it to me while changing to a new one. And here we are!
Before I go to bed I always use to sit down at the bedside cutting empty tin-cans and make them look like crowns. I use a heavy scissors and cut them roughly. I like the sharp edges and the careless shape. I make two or three almost every night. Mostly I use cans that have contained chopped tomatoes. I wash them and remove the paper labels. When they are ready I throw them under my bed. Today I think I got more than 2000 cans there under the bed in the dark.
