Contemporary art. Abstract painting. Condensation on a glas of beer. Vinyl records. Bob Dylan 1966. Bob Dylan 1994. David Lynch aestheticism. Erotic photography (i.e. Helmut Newton, Chas Ray Krider). Horse tranquilizers. Gena Rowlands 1975. Catherine Deneuve anytime. Black coffee. Getting drunk with good friends. Getting drunk with strangers. Concerts. Problematic individuals. Night-time solitude. Francis Bacon. Cy Twombly. Feedback. Humming ventilationsystems. Kewpie dolls. Meercats. Getting high on creativity. The smell of bakeries on the outskirts of town. The idea of Paris, Berlin and Säffle. Willem de Kooning, of course. Writing. Reading. Iggy Pop during the Stooges era and 1977. Tacos. Lipstick on cigarette-butts. Dimly lit hotel corridors. Black and white films made after they invented colour.
Music
I've listened to everything between heaven & hell. These days alternative rock / post-punk / shoegaze type of bands dominate. For instance: The Jesus & Mary Chain, Crystal Stilts, The Raveonettes, Nick Cave, Spacemen 3, Spiritualized, The Brian Jonestown Massacre, Sonic Boom, Spectrum, The Warlocks, My Bloody Valentine, The Telescopes, Slowdive, The Kills, Singapore Sling, Tindersticks, Jarvis Cocker, HTRK, The Devastations, Lupine Howl, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Gallon Drunk, Hugo Race, Joy Division, Primal Scream, The Black Angels, early The Verve, Suicide, PJ Harvey, Deerhunter... Latest purchased record: "Lady's Bridge" by Richard Hawley.
Movies
Lars von Trier. Kubrick. Cassavetes. Roy Andersson. French new wave (Chabrol, Godard). American independent (Jarmusch, Hartley). Wim Wenders. Tarkovsky. Polanski. DAVID LYNCH. Wes Anderson’s attention to detail. Kieslowski is pure poetry. Bergman now that he’s dead. Cronenberg for not having a moral plan. Abel Ferarra for being Abel Ferarra. Gus van Sant sometimes. Coen Brothers. Paul Thomas Anderson. Michel Gondry. Larry Clark. Julian Schnabel. Vincent Gallo. Aki Kaurismäki. Todd Solondz made Happiness therefor all else is forgiven...
Television
Curb Your Enthusiasm. Six Feet Under. Twin Peaks. Riget (The Kingdom: von Trier's, that is. Not that fuckface Stephen King's version). Lost. Dexter. True Blood. Nip / Tuck. The occassional infomercial.
Books
CURRENTLY: JG Ballard's The Atrocity Exhibition + Simone de Beauvoir's Le Deuxième sexe. THROUGH THE YEARS: Marianne Faithfull. Bukowski. Dostojevsky. The Beats (Burroughs, Kerouac, Ginsberg, et cetera). Phil Shoenfelt. Kafka. Huxley's Brave New World. JG Ballard. Sture Dahlström. Henry Miller for his appetite. Hunter S. Thompson for his excess. Bob Dylan. Hemingway. James Joyce. Nick Cave. Leonard Cohen. Nabokov’s Lolita. Sylvia Plath. Norman Mailer now that he's dead.
Heroes
Vincent Gallo. When he stands up during the "turtle-dinner" scene in Arizona Dream & bumps his head on the ceiling fan & SAYS WHAT HE SAYS, that's - that's the best moment in film history. Period.
I am an abstract painter. I paint landscapes. Not like the ones you see outside your window, but internal ones. Landscapes of the mind. Check out my website, if you like: WWW.HAUKELAND.SE
"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."
Your Feet -by Pablo Neruda
When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.
Have a nice weekend.
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Thank you for your interest and support! Frances x o x o x
Have a nice weekend.
