Behance and stuff.

•July 22, 2012 • 3 Comments

Ok its late and I dont have much to say. I just spent 3 hours creating a profile on Behance Network. These things kill me because not only are you supposed to lay a week on creating something fantastic, you also have to maintain loads of blogs, networks, twitters and whatnot to get it out there. Its killing my head; mindlessly uploading pictures here and there.

Anyways,iIf you are a frequent you´ve already seen all the stuff thats there, on this new network art thingy, since I´ve already posted it all here. Im just trying to broaden my uh horizons. Get in touch with more people, you know. If I can spread my work to a wider audience more people will see what I do and the chances of me continuing (well, I wont stop painting or creating. I´ll just have a harder time doing it if no one knows Im doing it since the rest of the world actually has a potential position of maintaining my financial situation) will grow.

So here is the link for my Behance profile. We´ll see where that leads us. Goodnight.

Oh and I got twitter now. Whaddayaknow.


Hotline Miami

•July 6, 2012 • Leave a Comment

So as it turns out my friends Dennis Wedin (who drives the nittitremo-band Fucking Werewolf Asso) and Jonatan Söderström (AKA Cactus) have been working pretty intensively on their latest addition to the progressive indie-scene.
It is a game called Hotline Miami and well, it a relatively, mildly put, intense experience as well as disturbing dwelvement into the mind of a deranged and violent individual.

The game is not quite ready yet but will hopefully be released sometime during August in the year 2012 (so its pretty soon).

They have released a trailer though and it features music by me (El Huervo)! Actually the game will feature some more music that I have made (and my person will also sport a rather handsome and excessive cameo) among some other awesome artists. The whole soundtrack is a beast of its own that deserves special attention I might add.

This here is the trailer:

I am very proud of what they have done with this game and it warms my heart that they put me and my music in there. A gesture that demands proper thanks.
How that will come about I am not quite sure of yet but I´ll think of something.

Every Process Has a Genesis That Ends With A Revelation

•May 28, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I recently got started on my epic (at least I strife for it to be epic) project “Love & Solitude” which is supposed to consist of around a dozen oils on the previously named theme. Some of you might wonder about what that really means. Love & Solitude. I am not quite sure myself yet to be honest. Its like, Im trying to figure it out as I go, but it is also obviously something that interests me as I(´ve) battled with the situation of maintaining Love and coping Solitude. They aren’t necessarily opposites but rather leaning more towards the concept of two sides on the same coin. But they are also strong contrasts that can create emotional landscapes (Im really starting to sound like an art critic nowadays…) of unsurpassed splendor, confusion and, well, madness in some cases I guess. Very much like a David Lynch movie.

It is probably a theme that has been used over and over throughout humanity’s dabbling in the cultural arts and philosophies. But then I would say that is for a good reason. A lot of people battle these things in their daily lives and has done so for a long time. A quote from the movie Hellboy goes something like this (Im sure I´ve used it before in this blog): “I´ve traveled to the far corners of time and the questions always revolve around the same thing: Happiness, and how to achieve it.”

Love is a part of happiness I believe. So is autonomy. And autonomy is something one achieves not only through ones companions but  also through the ability of maintaining a solitary situation. Standing up for your own thoughts, ideals and philosophies.

This first piece here is called Siren. Im not going to fully dwell on the concepts of feminism and womens roles throughout history (Nina Björk has some cool ideas on the subject) but since Love is a part these roles (I am heterosexual so I´ll shoot from that angle here) I wanted to do something quite on the subject.

Siren. Oil on Canvas. 80 x 60 (cm).

I thought I knew what a love songs sounds like
But I felt a sharper love in teh limelight

-Shing 2O

And here I will post for you the first edition to “Love & Solitude”. It is somewhat simple comparing to the other pieces I plan to do (you´ll find them in the section with the same name ). This is because I needed to try out some of the techniques I´ve figured out Im probably gonna need to master (or just get the hang of, mastering them will probably only mean that I´ll paint faster) in order to seal this deal. I like how it turned out. It is very close to the original indeed, even though some hues did not land quite flawlessly but hey, stuff is supposed to happen on the way.

As the world around changes on its own accord in a dreamlike haze, Araki is desperately trying to maintain a sense of reason through solid technical solutions.

Araki. Oil on Canvas. 124 x 93 (cm).

I was going to write a line from Harry Martinssons Aniara here but I´ve had a little bit o´wine and am to fragmented right now to find it.

Do Not Lay Waste To Homes Where You Must Rest Your Weary Bones

•May 4, 2012 • 3 Comments

Heck, I woke up tonight and realised that I had not posted about my second album (which is in fact a double-album. Or double-EP. The oppinions differ abit) on the blog eventhough it has been out for, what, two weeks?
Anyways, it was slow-released April 17th (my birthday BTW) and a few days after it landed on iTunes as well. No spotify avaliable yet for those of you who prefer that. Dont know why they are so exeptionally slow in this matter. But that doesnt really matter much.

What matters much is where you CAN find it (them):



This seemingly lazy attitude from my part is purely accidental. I´ve just recently moved into a brand new ateljeux (I think I mentioned this in the last post, not completely sure, it was indeed written in abit uva daze) and well, such a mean feat comes with some more mean logistic doings that has to be done as well. Like getting internet. And buying new paint since I lost all of me olde ones while flying with Ryan Air (but thats another story all together). And yeah, being generally stoked about having a large space to paint. Ofcourse!

But here you go. Better late than never. And this is pure. Let me quote what I wrote on facebook:
“Anyway, these albums are not as sweet as the previous one. As I have stated before, the music is a slice of my life and I cannot rule over how it will come out. Life is a beast of its own. It cannot be tainted of domesticated.

It is darker, yes. But know that you will have heard the truth and nothing else. Taste is simply something completely different.”

And it is true. Alot just happened last year which threw me a little off guard into a small oblivionesque situation for the better part of the first six months. I just had to process that shit, man. Without darkness there is no light and so on and so forth. The records really speak for themselves alot better than I do so I suggest you give them a chance if any of all o´this (that being the ol´blog here) has given you anything of any interest in the last two years at all.

The title suggest that you should think hard before fucking with things you dont know if you have sense enough to fuck with. But you can never really be sure of that, can you? So then it is better to try and be nice thowards those you think you like and love. Even if you are not a 100% sure of it.
Otherwise it might go a little like this song from Part1 here:


Do not lay waste to homes
Where you must rest your weary bones
For then you might well rise again
And be greeted by the world
With great disdain 

Kärlek och ensamhet

•April 18, 2012 • 1 Comment

So it has been a while. I was talking to my pal and professional gunbrother Erik Svedäng (he is not Russian) and he was a wee complaining about that he never got to see the new pictures I´ve painted in Photoshop lately (well, they are not actually pictures as much they are sketches, and I really want to stress this fact so there will be no mistakes in the future for anyone ((mainly myself since I might think drawing them in Photoshop will be enough in a spontaneous moment of sloth)) regarding this matter) since I only post them on facebook nowadays. I do this because I am
1) Partly a lazy bastard in a…well I dont own a suit as of yet, dont think I ever will but I really do like it when Leonard Cohen sings that line. Not much fond of him in other aspects though since I grew up with english musicals and his music is a little too….well dull really, there I said it, dull dull dull, in comparison to, oh I dont know, Starlight Express for example and
2) Not totally clear on what they are representing. I am not sure if I ever will be for that matter but I know it is what has come out of my head and my hands during a period in Paris when I had no studio to paint in (wich I do now, more on that later, sorry, I too hate it when someone writes “more on that later”). Hence they are sketches, waiting eagerly for me to drag them thowards a canvas of cloth and reanimate them in oil. I believe it will come clear when I have initiated that process and know it is truly going forward and bla bla and bla.

I do know this so far:

What I created in the beginning ( I mean that in the biblical sense since there was truly a something new that was given birth inside that which had not been before) played out almost like a phase of teenage youth. You know, when you rebel thowards all that has been before since you all uva sudden realise that you can make up your own mind about things, so you do just that to the extent of overdoing it really. Without nuance.
It was all symbols and very much in your face. Without nuance.
Stiff and uncompromising. Without nuance.
SO what the fuck do I care! I found that true light! This is me! You all motherfuckers who dont understand can go FUCK YOURSELVES!

Without nuance.

I had no trust in my surroundings and felt I was the one who had it all figured out and I guess I should have felt that sometime before (as a younger boy) but lots of different stuff just kinda came in the way and it just became a little…prolonged.
But it was a period of emotion. Though ´twas perhaps very narrowly directed thowards one single goal. My own.

I lost interest in that, maybe because I started to understand what it was and the magic kinda got lost. In truth there is still some magic left there and I can still tap into that universe to get some balls (girls got balls too, just so we are clear on that and in case you did not know, but until there is a word that encompasses balls without the balls I´ll continue to refer to balls) and courage in the everlasting tumble that this world/life has turned out to be. Alas, I wanted to look further. Put some faith in love. Put some faith in like hope, man.
Started to regard my surroundings and just watch it some more. What were those people around me? Those fellow companions that inhabit our world as well as our race more commonly known as man? I found that there is love and solitude. Not love and hate. If this is true and what it means is what I want to look deeper into. And the best way (heck, the only way) for me to look deeper, ponder and meditate on stuff is to paint.

So I bought a big studio (yeah I put everything on the line again only this tyme the stakes are much higher, yipes) so that I could get this all sorted out. It needs to be big. I want to capture small and subtle emotions and make them grand. For that is truly what they are. We go through our everyday lives experiencing all these fleeting moments of such beauty (oh my god its a cliché) without realising there is something profoundly priceless about it all. That we have evolved into such extraordinary creatures who interact with eachother in such powerful ways (no im not talking about a barside brawl, that is not powerful at all although you might feel that way when that 200 pound bar stol comes crashing down over your head, it is the moment before the brawl that is the most powerful one. The rest is just a vomit) without really putting up an effort.

I´ve talked enough. There are some other themes creeping in there and the presence of computers is still abit unclear to me but I would guess it has something to do with me working on else.HeartBreak alongside everything else. Well, I started to think about all this whilst drawing concepts for for the game and that is why some of those will be a part of this thing I´ve come to call Love And Solitude.

Here is what I´ve come up with so far, although you´ll find more of those I´ve already posted related to this project in its rightful place: Love And Solitude. More sketches to come. And best of all. More paintings to come.

Support for the Wiser

•February 28, 2012 • Leave a Comment

El Huervo is on Kickstarter through the Nubuwo Debut Bundle: adventures in videogame audio. If you have friends who like this sorta thing or if you do yourself, please dont hesitate to back the project. There are a lot of talented artists in this bundle who needs your support (me being one of them).

Nubuwo Debut Bundle: adventures in videogame audio

I love the idea of Kickstarter, and eventhough everything does not get funded, it sure helps alot of people who are trying to do something but perhaps cannot gather together the proper funds needed for whatever project they´re trying to nurture into reality.

Most great artists who go their own way are poor. I dont know why this is the case. Maybe it has something to do with the whole “if we dont understand it, we dont like it” thing. That being said, I am not such a great fan of the other part of that argument wich goes a little bit like this: “NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!”. Yeah, some chum might not get what you´re trying to do but instead of chugging it down like bitter spirits let it evaporate against your persona like water pouring over the feathery carcass of a duck. Then it becomes productive. Might even give you the strength of the underdog for all I know. Some people like to hit from beneath. Nevertheless, support is always a big boost. Not just monetary support but most of the times a good pat on the back is worth a whole great deal more in the long run.

So, support the artists you like.


Spread your fancies!

Carry On, Else Heart Break

•February 24, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I just felt that I should share some of what I´ve been working with lately. The game, that is. That I´ve been working on for some time now (Erik stated the bold fact on his blog a couple o´ days ago that we have apparently been in “production” (that word gives a sore taste in my mouth; its not a production, its…what we do. We do not just only and singularily produce The Game else { Heart.break() }, we kinda have to live, breath, eat and fecal it too. At least thats what I do (I think about it when I take a crap, yes. And yes, this is the second bracket inside the bracket, I am aware of that and if you think I was not its probably because you are a linguistical bessewisser and should consider doing something more productive with your time than dragging progressions in writing in the mud. My spelling and grammar, though, you are free to frown upon.).) and it becons on me; two years on one single piece is a long time. You really have to hang in there to not loose perspective and gain a dangerous sense of speed blindness in the process. I know, Michelangelo painted that chapel in 4 years but he also had a few youngins doing most of the tedious stuff for him. We got nothing but ourselves (4) and I must say that I am prowd of how much we have accomplished thus far. And scared of if, and how, we will knot the sack together in the end (its a swedish sayin that roughly translates into: wrap it up with grace).

So far. It looks pretty good. And soon I shall paint again. Until that time consider this one of my paintings. Its just been made in 3D and you cant smell, touch nor fell its presence without turning on the computer. Wich is the sole reason why I miss painting with my oils so much.

No time. But all the time left in the world.