'drawings'

A young man is polishing the cold stone-floor with napkins under his bare feet. It is winter cold in Stockholm, but inside Kulturhuset he felt free to take action. He stared behind me when talking.

At first I thought he was part of a performance-program, but after his speech on obligations and authorities I realized he was not. Or at least I think he was not. This man needed to clean the world and why not just start here and now?

Or get in tune with life?  

 

Men seldom take place in the drawings of Ragnar Persson. I could however have sworn I saw a glimpse of the café-man behind a tree-trunk in one of his drawings; he would have fitted into them somehow. Some footsteps away from the café-man, alienated women wanders through forests and meet creatures and animals. The humans never seem to meet one another. Wolves, apropos the debate between urban life and country-life. Horses, as taken from the idol-pages of a teenagers horse-magazine. Birds, hares and bats. Ragnar Persson mixes time and places and creates dreamlike wanderings. Atmosphere of fanzines, death metal and hard rock – in the forest, from which the Swedish people just wandered out of a generation ago. We just believe we are city-people, but we still mentally hit the tree-trunks while walking the streets.

 

The drawings are hung above the elevator, close to the evacuation door, between help-desks, a stage and the outdoor room the square “Plattan” offers. The exhibition is as made for this place, the content, the hanging, the idea.

 

Women with black kohl-pencil-lines round their eyes stare somewhere on the side of you, over your shoulder. You want to catch a glimpse of exchange, eye-contact, but they are not there to help you. They are obvious and lost at the same time. Civilization?

 

The exhibition by Ragnar Persson throws me back to the time when Kulturhuset was my safe haven. One could always listen to LP:s, browse the library or an exhibition, look at people and behave as if it was your living-room, well almost. Different social groups, subcultures and suburbia meet. Diversity as in no other place in Stockholm? Anyone was and is welcome. A man with paper-napkins under his feet for instance.

 

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