ART PHOTOGRAPHY AND PHOTOMONTAGE ART
Photography and Photo montage and painting on canvas By Thomas Dellert Some photos taken in collaboration with photographer Dimitri Lepetre. Limited edition Prints on canvas 70 x 100 cm and on artistic paper 40 x 60 cm by order only
OCEAN We all come from ponds of water-creating life. We are all water. I am water, you are water. The sea is our natural environment and our only future. We all dream of diving into to sea of love, but most of us have to survive swimming in the deep stormy sea of everyday life. And in the End we will all be consumed by the waves of time. We see only our mirror’s reflection on the surface of the water. It blurs our vision. We feel we are a part of nature’s patterns and basic structure, yet we are aliens and have come to earth as the destroyers not the creators. We have mastered the element of fire and made it our slave. We have raped the earth and polluted the sky. But we have still not concurred the deep seas that hold the only rescue for the living creatures walking and crawling on the face of earth. We are now soon facing the sea of inhalation and the tsunami of destruction. The rivers are turning blood red; the fish are committing mass suicide by swimming up on the shores. The sea level is rising with an accelerating speed as the ice is breaking and melting into the arctic sea. What can we do other than pray and walk along the razor-sharp shoreline of eternity? We all know that it is most beautiful at sun set and that the night will be dark but not frightening. We can sleep and wake up to a new world; just like birth is a scream and death is a dream, our journey on earth is the bridge in-between. When we stand on the beach of life looking out over the ocean, we want to think it’s endless because it looks so. But it’s not; it’s an illusion like so many things in life. This new series of mixed media paintings on canvas are based on a few newly discovered old negatives found in a thrift store. They depict a woman during sunset who is walking halfway into the ocean wearing a beautiful dress. The woman is as unknown as the photographer or when and where they photos where taken. It looks like they have been taken in the late 1940s and maybe the woman was embracing the sea that took her loved one. Or is she contemplating to end her early life and exchange it for a journey into the ocean? The images carry with them a magical, sunlit vision of the end of times and are strongly symbolic for our present. -Thomas Dellert
Dolls will love you
Prints on metal and plexi by order only
Hiroshima mon amour 1945
Photography and Photomontage by Thomas Dellert Part of the 70th commemoration of the dropping of the two first Atomic boms on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945 All works as paper prints mounted on aluminium and plexiglass by order only THE FIRST ATOMIC BOMBS DROPPED ON JAPAN 1945 The bombing of Tokyo and other cities in Japan during World War II caused widespread destruction and hundreds of thousands of deaths. For example, Toyama, an urban area of 128,000 people, was nearly destroyed, and incendiary attacks on Tokyo claimed the lives of 100,000 people. There were no such air raids on Hiroshima. However, a real threat existed and was recognized. In order to protect against potential firebombing in Hiroshima, school children aged 11–14 years were mobilized to demolish houses and create firebreaks. On Monday, August 6, 1945, at 8:15 a.m., the nuclear bomb "Little Boy" was dropped on Hiroshima by an American B-29 bomber, the Enola Gay, flown by Colonel Paul Tibbets, directly killing an estimated 80,000 people. By the end of the year, injury and radiation brought the total number of deaths to 90,000–166,000. The population before the bombing was around 340,000 to 350,000. Approximately 70% of the city's buildings were destroyed, and another 7% severely damaged.
The soul of Rock - Jimi Hendrix
"I had the great opportunity to meet Jimi Hendrix between 1968 and shortly before his death in 1970. I photographed with a super 8 camera his concerts in Stockholm and I was allowed to hang with Jimi after the concerts. One night, he passed on a large joint to me in a holder made out of a bullet from the Vietnam War; Jimi was a paratrooper in the American Army and the Vietnam War was still going on. As I was then a strong anti-American, like most in my native country of Sweden, I was shocked to hold this bullet in my hand. I did not care about the joint as I felt the history of the bullet; Jimi said, “Keep it if you want;” I still have it in my safe, but the story does not end there. When I had Roman Polanski for dinner in my home in Paris 10 years ago, I said to him, “We are going to make history;” he looked at me with fear, thinking I was going to ask him for a part in his next movie. Then I brought out the joint holder with a new joint in it and said this was given to me by Jimi Hendrix in 1970. The equally legendary man, Roman Polanski, shrunk down and looked up, “Ohh, Jimi…” Roman was human after all. Yet, still, the story doesn’t end there. As I told you I was a FNL activist and was often in demonstrations against the war in Vietnam; I have been filmed marching just behind the North Vietnam ambassador and the prime minister of Sweden, Olof Palme. One night, a few years ago, my mother shouted to me; “Look, there you are with Palme in 1968!” Now, the story goes that Olof Palme was assassinated, shot in the back outside what was then my art studio titled XYZ in Stockholm. He died just outside both my studio and the store where I bought the colours of my art. I had met Palme a few months earlier, by coincidence, as I happened to sit next to him in the Opera during a ballet performance. In the interval I asked him if I could come and take a photo of him for my art; he said “We can arrange that, just call my secretary and we can set up a time during my lunch hour.” Unfortunately, it never happened, as Palme was assassinated shortly after. The story doesn’t end here either. Years later, I was visiting Stockholm and happened to sit next to the assumed killer, Christer Petterson. He was looking at the TIME Magazine I was reading, as it had a gun on the cover and the text “Guns of America.” He moved closer to be able to see what I was reading; I remember his cowboy boots, his shirt and his yellow fingers from smoking. We were travelling in the Stockholm Underground, and he asked me about the next stop we were travelling. I pretended not to speak Swedish, to which he said, “Hasta la vista baby.” Christer Petterson died a few years later, but was convicted and later freed from the assassination conviction on the basis of poor proof material. We all know, like in the OJ Simpson case, where they were guilty but managed to escape justice. Charles Manson brings up a similar situation, that I have portrayed in my short movie “Black Bird,” which brings us back to Roman, rock music and bullets. Full circle.” –Thomas Dellert New art works based on photographs on Jimi Hendrix taken by Thomas Dellert in 1968 and 1970 for prints on paper mounted on aluminium and plexiglass by order only.