Why don’t people understand me? I often wonder, mainly when my work receives few likes on social media. Art has always been about connection, yet sometimes, my vision seems to miss the mark in the digital world.
My wife has created a unique sanctuary in our garden, filled with plaster statues she’s collected over the years. These figures transform with the seasons, weathering gracefully and becoming part of an ever-evolving artwork outside our door. They inspired my book last year, The Beauty in the Ravage of Time, which I enjoyed exhibiting in Manchester, Borlänge, and Lövestad.
Plaster statues were Sweden’s “poor man’s marble” from the 1960s to the 1980s. Nowadays, most end up at flea markets, but my wife sees beauty in these forgotten pieces, bringing them home and giving them a new purpose in our garden. Together, we share this living art with the world—a testament to finding beauty in the weathered, the worn, and the overlooked. It’s a reminder that art is not always about perfection but celebrating the quiet poetry of time’s passing.
