You can what you will if you can

Today I received this postcard from Danish author Klaus Rifbjerg.

My two friends Jakob, Mark and I have been sending out letters containing postcards with stamps and address on, leaving the receiver a cost free opportunity to send a small "hello" by just writing on and dropping it in the mailbox.
So far we have received three postcards and one letter.

Somehow it seems that it is only the older generation that are clever enough to get the concept, and cool enough to write back.

Thank you Kim Larsen, Benny Andersen, Klaus Rifbjerg and Her Majesty The Queen of Denmark.

Dolly Mark - TRY THIS AT HOME!

Printing two pictures on top of each other can be very fun.

HOPEFULLY NEVER

Hopefully Never.


I am a confirmed Christian but I never believed in God. This has never bothered me much.
I think it does not matter what I am on paper as long as I am a good person.
Some might call me a good Christian and some might just call me a nice guy.

I am often scared of religious authorities but are mostly comfortable with religious people.
I despise indoctrination and still most people exposed to this end up intelligent and tolerant.
Some do not.

I believe in supernatural stuff. There is a lot of things that even the cleverest people can not explain.
I like that, It makes me feel adequate. It nurtures my coriousity.
I would hate to see the concept of “mystery” erased. Just the thought of it makes me sick.
Imagine this would quite probably make being atheist untrendy.
What a world..
Hopefully this will not happen in my lifetime, or my children's. Hopefully never.

THIS IS CARL LUND

THIS IS CARL LUND


Through my work I am exploring the space between the naive and the intellectual. Between fiction and escapism. I am striving for a clever but unpretentious expression. Creating accessible and understandable art for as broad an audience as possible is of great importance;

Because I believe in humanity.

I do not see the intellectual aspect of my art as necessarily being the most interesting or important one. In fact I believe that in the very worst cases, intellectualization of art can result in a serious reduction of the various qualities that art in my opinion should contain at least one of.

Imagination, beauty, emotion and wisdom.

I find it sad that the messages in intellectual art much too often are lost, misunderstood or even not understood at all. Art created for a small exclusive audience worthy of understanding its meanings is in my opinion arrogant. It is no more generous than leaving a blind person in heavy traffic.
Art such as this is the absolute antitheses of my objective in art. A great paradox that I very deliberately try to avoid in my practice.

INSIDE THE CAMERA

These pictures are of my latest installation "INSIDE THE CAMERA" which was exhibited at the college gallery two weeks ago.
The project started out as a collaboration with photographer Patricia Oliveira. Patricia and I build a massive camera obscura out of a cupboard at the gallery space, drilling nine holes facing the entrance of the room. We taped paper on the inside wall of the cupboard, and while the photograph was being developed through the holes in the wall and onto the paper, I sat inside in total darkness and wrote a story inspired by the the distorted sounds I heard. The final piece was shown as a sort of left behind safe place,only lit by the red safety light used when putting up the photo paper. The small room contained, besides from the recorded story playing inside, all spy requisites such as a chair, desk, pen and paper, thermos flask and lunch box, notes and map over the gallery space. Between the secret room and the gallery was a tiny entryway with my coat and slippers.

I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE - notes of an art school student

Working on submission for the spring exhibition in Copenhagen.

Come on, let's fly!

Here is the translated version. Now flying from East to West.

Spinning Tops

Dancing spinning tops after a couple of Becks.

Trendspotting issue #2

Hoxton square, East London. Name: Carl Crankson. Profession: DJ and Photographer. Carl is wearing riding clothes from top till bottom. He is mixing traditionel outdoor earthy colours with a striped red and blue long sleeved polo shirt. Notice the yellow detail at the collar. We love his two accessories the riding crop but especially the rocking horse by Danish designer Børge Mogensen. We think that this is a very brave look and have to say that Carl has pulled it of exceptionally.

Come on, let's fly!

For Jakob.

Small orange airplanes are drawing near my rain clouds. I predict a plane crash.

Trend Spotting issue #1

This very chic half rubber-witch half duck dress is worn by Antonie with grace. She claims that it is her own design and will not reveal the cost of the materials. We think that this quirky outfit goes very well with Antonie's artsy lifestyle. That's a 10!

The Revenge of The German Nutcrackers

Visuals for the short story "The Revenge of The German Nutcrackers"
-Coming soon

Park Meeting

Love at first sight..

Bouncy Balls

Dear readers. 

I have just started a "secret" project over the theme Bouncy Balls, and will therefore in the next couple of weeks be posting research in form of videos, text and drawings. I hope that you will help me out if you know anything about bouncy balls. You can help me by posting comments and by answering these two questions:

1 - Where in Copenhagen can I find a bouncy ball machine?

2 - Where in London?

Bookworms singing Nirvana

The Bookworms are singing songs from their favorite album In Utero.

The Little Girl With The Matchsticks

To whom this may concern. 

I am proud to present my latest work "The Little Match Girl"

The Little Match Girl is a reading of the danish version of Hans Christian Andersen's "The Little Match Girl" spontaneous translated into english. 

This work is available in Compact Disc format at the mere price of  2 GBP or 16.4637 DKK. Shipping not included.

-Please notice that The Little Match Girl only is available in a limited edition of 25.  

I am donating all income to  Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children. 

All orders should be made at carljoklubien@hotmail.com 

Merry Christmas - CARL LUND

GROWING UP

Seven Eyes

That Never Cries 

In Rubber Rings

Untied From Swings

Escargot |ˌeskärˈgō|

Letter Chess

This is an illustration and poem that I sent with my latest move in a game of good old-school game of Letter-Chess.

I am playing my friend Morten Valdemar Madsen who is living in Lyon at the moment.

-It can be risky to challenge a peasant. 

One who hates you and has nothing to lose.

-Have you thought it through, it might be unpleasant.

The next move is yours be careful and choose.

Many thanks to Clementine Jones for a tremendous job on the editorial work!

Dr. Jekyl & Mr. Hyde

                                   

"GREAT ART"

Dear everyone.

Join me and all the others tomorrow evening 17.00 - 22.00 for free drinks at the private view of the Copenhagen exhibition "Stor Kunst" - Ny Østergade 34

My Batman print will be up for sale and the money will go to clean drinking water in Africa.

Hope to see you there! 

Love 

Carl

Roughneck Rick

Rick was a rough guy with a pair of mean eyes.

He beat up small kids not nearly his own size.

But Rick had a secret of which nobody knew,

well besides from myself and now unfortunately you.

Every evening Rick locked the door to his room.

Dressed up as a lady and put on women's perfume.

You see, Rick had a massive and expensive selection

of high heels and dresses. An impressive collection.

In the end Rick grew up. He was still a bit strange

Though he's now friendly as hell, cause he had a sex change.

potato print skateboard deck

Galore2009

Many thanks to everyone who took the time to swing by the exhibition this weekend! And to you who didn't, thank you for visiting the blog! 

Good vibes

Carl & Antonie

Exhibition in Copenhagen

My sister and I are exhibiting artworks in Valby, Copenhagen the weekend 9-11 of October. 

Check out the website galorecph.dk for all info. We hope you can make it.

Carl Johan Klubien Lund & Antonie Marietta Klubien Lund  

Clouds - 10 June, 16.09, 9 Wesley Square. North East

The Clouds

Every now and then The Clouds that travel through the high air over the great land weep over the loss of their old friend The Keeper of Lies. And when their many raindrops fall, a few always connects with his magical umbrella. The Keeper of Lies dreams that there soon will be a safer time where he as in the old days, will be able to openly embrace the heavens and the earth.

Documentation of clouds.  Photographed - Drawn - Photograph deleted. 

Rainwater and watercolor on paper.

The Noblemen

Once the true rulers of the great city, the four noblemen neglected their important jobs and was brought down by their opponents The Nine. Happily retired The Noblemen waists their time playing croquet and drinking expensive wine. 

Cafe Latte

Thank You for Waiting!

Dear readers.

I am now back from what have been a brilliant Roskilde-Festival!

I have been missing you, and am once again ready to make the blog worth following! 

Stay tuned

Carl Lund

The Nine Rulers

Mural sketch of The Nine Rulers.

Stuffed Animals

Portraits of my old stuffed animals. 

1-"Little Fox, Bumblebee and Dog".

2-"The Fox Brothers" 

Acrylic on canvas

Paradise Snake

Before original sin, all snakes had wings and could fly. Only one snake avoided the punishment of God the Almighty.

A Nice Guitar

I would have liked to be a musician, but I never could afford a nice guitar.

If I had a nice guitar, then maybe I would have a nice girlfriend.

And I would be in a rock band, playing music which would make me happy because I love music.

If only I had a nice guitar.

William the Writer

Willam Walt Willard was the youngest of four.

He had a pet snail, that lived in his drawer.

His three older brothers were not very bright,

and their favorite thing was to wrestle and fight.

But William was not a natural born fighter.

He believed he was meant to be a short story writer.

He wrote poems about the coming of spring,

and about falling in love and the grief it can bring.

On his white marble headstone, that he himself bought,

the engravings read "the pen is mightier than the sword"

Mark Emil Hermansen

I drew this picture of Mark Emil Hermansen on our spring trip to Menton in the south of France.

Mark is reading a Stephen Hawking classic ("a Brief History of Time")

That evening, we had artichoke and Kronenburg for dinner.

Manifesto

Found Objects

-I found these things on a beach.

Where, I can not remember.

-If you ever find a place where there are shells and rocks and stones just like them. Then you know that I have been there.

Polaroid by Mark Hermansen

Jellyfish Jerry

Jellyfish Jerry

The jellyfish Jerry, swam against the stream.

Tired of water or so it would seem,

he walked onto land, and on the road he looked down, 

for the finest and friendliest shoe shop in town.

A dozen good shoes is what i desire.

Hand sewn and polished, is what i require.

The rest of his life, he lived without stress,

playing Premier League football and occasionally chess.

The Lies

The Lies are categorized as follows:

Orange - The lies your tell to yourself.

These lies are born sad and they die sad. unfortunately, they are known to live a great deal longer than any other kind of lie.

Yellow - Are lies uttered by people unaware that they are actually telling a lie. They are mostly irritating, and naive.   

Red - Are nothing but untruthful bragging!

Blue - Are the kind of white lies you might tell to get yourself out of trouble. They are extremely harmless, and are often very nervous.

Purple - Also white lies. These are the ones used to trick or tease others.

These white lies can be quite sly, but are always of a harmless nature.

Green - The green lies are evil and intelligent. The are made with the intention of harming other beings. 

Brown - These are a mix of two or more different lies. They can be extremely hard to define, and suffers very commonly from the illness, split personality.

Grey - Are the color of a dying lie. When a lie is forgotten or becomes meaningless, it turns grey and dies. Truths are in most cases the cause of death.

  

The Ory

The Ory is an ancient creature. An oracle. He has answers to almost every kind of question you could think of asking, but he never simplifies the answers. Because of his lacking ability to pass on knowledge in an understandable way, people have given up on seeking him out for advice. He therefore has become so eager to just tell someone the secrets of the world, that he does not longer care whether the beings learning and benefitting from his wisdom are good or evil.

Servants of The Egg Collector

The City of Rulers - Poem, story draft

And so they decided to shelter the guidance of the rulers, in magnificent buildings. But with time, they became unstable and fragile.

This had been foreseen long before, only by the girl and The Keeper of Lies, but could not be prevented, for the entrance was guarded by a magic spell called The Ape.

But when the moons kissed, there was created a hole in the the great wall enclosing The City of Rulers, and the enlightened powers of The Alliance would finally clash with their shifty opponent. 

Ninja Nick

ninja  nick

nick thought to himself, to be ninja is cool,

and asked his dear mother, "can i go to ninja school?"

his mother cried "yes", "of course my sweet son-

i always believed, you were the chosen one"

nick started to practice his stealth-mode at home. 

in soho and swindon and even in rome.

he tickled a shark and ambushed a tiger.

at the london zoo carpark, he beat up a biker.

Zilla the Zombie

Zilla the Zombie has one crazy passion,

And it's not eating people, it's a lifestyle called fashion.

One time she bought a beautiful dress,

that ended up causing her a lot of distress.

This dress that she bought, was long silky black,

but when the zipper was up, it couldn't come back.

You can't wear the same dress twice, in the fashion scene,

so she wanders still today, torn between,

forever wearing the dress, with the zigzagging zippers,

or just cutting it off with a big pair of scissors.

Alex the Actor - A tribute to my brother

Alex the Actor was a theatrical guy.

The first words he spoke, was "I'll act till I die".

He read in the papers about drama sensations,

and imagined himself getting standing ovations.

Most people thought he was some-what bizarre, 

when he walked around in a suit, with a plastic cigar.

The best costume contests Alex always won,

as a carpenter carrot or a two headed swan. 

Igor the Inventor

Igor is an evil inventor, that lives with his mum.

He invents horrible things, such as broccoli-gum.

His tickle machine and farting device,

He hopes to sell at a terribly high price.

Every night Igor dreams of some new invention,

and how to attract his poor mothers attention.

To test his creations, he lures his old mother,

to try them all out, one after another. 

The Lies

The Lies are small creatures. People give birth to these confused small beings. Only the cruelest of lies are intelligent. The many different kinds of lies are categorized by color. For example, The lies we know as white lies are in fact not white at all. they are mostly blue and purple. The green lies are worst ones, and besides from being able to recognize them by color, you can often see a more sly look in their eyes.

Self portrait

Self-portrait. 

The Keeper of Lies and his creator

The Egg Collector

The Egg Collector is an evil creature. Old and wise, with a corrupt soul. He stays strong and youthful by feeding on the eggs he collects. His servants are birds which he has under a powerful spell, A spell that slowly transforms them into half bird/half human. 

Servant of The Egg Collector