Photos from mum’s exhibition in Karins Hus, Henån
Textiles, prints and handmade books by Eija Elmgren, ceramics and textiles by Annika Gustafsson, silver jewellery by Sanna Falk-Nilsson, ironwork by Lasse Nilsson, paintings by Marianne Nordal. All in the very lovely location of this little old house.
“Thor’s hammer” pendants, wrought iron, by Lasse Nilsson
Comics zines in the window! Not handmade per se, but printed mass products. Although some of mine have hand-stitched spines. :op
Photos by Eija Elmgren.
My fanzines at Karins hus, Henån, Orust, Sweden
Anybody who happens to be on the Swedish west coast should go to Henån and check out the arts and crafts exhibition that’s going on right now at Karins hus. My mum and some other talented people are showing off and selling their stuff there.
Mum is also selling comics fanzines by myself and Ainur, so anybody who is missing a Tunguska or Goldenbird from their collection has the chance to get it there.
Read more about the exhibition on Annika Gustafsson’s site, and check out the Facebook event page … The exhibition is on right now, and will continue until July 2nd, with opening hours Monday through Friday 10 AM – 6 PM.
The gallery Karins hus is smack in the center of Henån – it’s one of the old houses across the road from the bank. You can’t miss it. In the photo on the right is my mum. You can’t miss her, either.
So what am I doing right now?
Right now I am at my mum’s place again, working as usual (ah, the benefits of freelancing – you can go anywhere as long as you have Internet and your laptop). And skiing.
The thing is that I needed to apply for a new passport, and since it costs 1000 Swedish crowns more if you get it at a Swedish embassy abroad, I might just as well spend that approximate amount of money on going to Sweden and enjoying the winter properly in the meantime. Ilan happened to attend the Pixelvärk festival in Gothenburg, so it all worked out perfectly.
And we get to hang out with mum’s ketteh Mr. Yellow:
On Tuesday, when there are decent bus connections (as opposed to the weekend), I’ll also check out the Art Comics Life exhibition about contemporary Nordic comics at the Watercolour Museum in Skärhamn, since it’s right here on the next island to the south.
Too bad that all the ‘happenings’ at that exhibition were on the weekend. Mum lives in the middle of the forest with no car, so we rely on the bus connections.
It’s not difficult at all, because besides the regular buses, there is a really nice “local bus” service that’s more like some kind of collective taxi – you order it the day before, and then it picks you up at your front door and takes you to town, and picks you up again two hours later. The bus drivers carry your groceries for you and help you with anything else if need be. It’s mainly elderly people who use the service, although it’s open to anyone. So when I go shopping with mum here it’s us two and then a bunch of happy grannies and grandpas in a minibus. The bus drivers are really sweet, and they are incredible drivers, driving up and down these tiny snowy roads in the hills like it’s nothing.
See more photos from Orust on my Flickr.
COMICS ZINES IN KARINS HUS, HENÅN
If you should happen to be on the Swedish west coast, on Orust (Sweden’s 3rd largest island and my home for a few years, where I raised my little piggy Sergei and where my baby Mitsu used to prowl), north of Gothenburg, you should pay a visit to Henån on the north side of Orust.
My talented mum, a textile artist, bookbinder and painter, is having an exhibition at the gallery Karins Hus in Henån with some friends. She also insisted on having some of mine and Ainur’s comics zines for sale there.
It’s open 15th to 20th of August, 10-18 o’clock Monday to Friday.
Something else that I really recommend if you go to Orust is the historically and culturally very interesting hiking trail in Kultehamn. Along the 4 kilometers long trail are remains of old houses and stories about their inhabitants.
The trail tells about the immense poverty on Orust just 100 years ago. At that time Orust’s population was the largest ever, and every little crevice in the rocks was cultivated to provide some food. There were no forests at all, so people heated their stoves with heather brush and peat.
