“Andante Con Fiducia”

Acrylic on canvas 130 x 90 cm (51″ x 35 ½”)

Introducing the painting “Andante Con Fiducia” is no easy task. After completing the work, I am left feeling as though I have already said everything I wanted to convey through the brush strokes. However, I will do my best to put into words the emotions and ideas captured in the painting.

As an artist, I find great inspiration in the human form. The beauty of the human figure and its limitless potential for expression through body language, a powerful medium in itself, is what draws me to work with it. Body language holds the potential to express what words cannot, and this is a responsibility I take seriously in my work.

I meticulously direct the use of body language in my paintings, working carefully with models to create pieces that express the emotions and feelings that we often struggle to put into words. In the case of “Andante Con Fiducia,” the pose of the figure exudes an inner strength and confidence for the viewer to . comfortably share the in a moment of peace of mind and inner fortitude, ready for whatever life may bring.

Light… and the Darkness

“Light… and the Darkness” Acrylic on canvas, 130 x 65 cm (51.2″ x 25.6″)


I look around me and it’s my impression that many people are fighting their way through often continual, even crushing struggles—leaving them in what I call a darkness.  I recognize it because I too have come to know this darkness all too well, making it difficult to hold on to self worth, self respect, motivation and even a joy of life. That’s darkness the way I experience it, and it’s my battle in life

Within the many meanings of darkness I long for light and yes… in doing so, it seems unavoidable that I take on a more metaphysical perspective to better understand what seems entirely ethereal.

Darkness can seem overwhelming and sometimes difficult to get out of—it has a lot of other names, like obstacles, trouble, difficulties and regularly in great volumes. Not surprisingly, some people even see life, existence itself and the world we live in as darkness, that one must fight their way through—looking for occasional windows of light.

Then There’s Light

At times it feels impossible to find any light, especially as one becomes accustomed to the darkness (living in the North may have that effect on some people during winters.)

In the darkness, I often forget how light changes almost everything but light is a marvel, a power even, in that it renews, encourages, strengthens, bringing hope—and life. Oh, how I need light, in my work, in my life—well, and in every single day and aside from the science that we biologically and emotionally all are in need of light, it just feels good and in light there’s beauty. This makes me look to the light for so many reasons… and visually—well, light is essential and while fearing to repeat myself, beautiful.

The light is what made me paint this and the purity and lines of the figure so perfectly harmonized in a celebration of light that I stopped everything and immediately asked the model to hold still— To which she promptly replied that she was quite comfortable where she was. The sun was nice and warm and she figured she could lay there all day—besides, she said (tongue in cheek)… it’s a nice little break away from the kids.

Wanting to remove all distractions and to make the light stand out more clearly, I toned down all color— essentially to the point of the composition being monochromatic, nearly without any middle tones. This left everything almost drowning in overpowering darkness, with just enough light to draw our eyes to the clearly defined contours—though sufficiently lit in contrast to the surrounding darkness to allow an innate yet intangible light to remain, and shine. 

… and, that’s the light.

“In the Light”

“In the Light” Acrylic on canvas, 139 x 123 cm (54¾” x 48½)

The immovably thick walls, nearly a millennium old, the old roman window and the light coming from beyond this solid barrier, the figure, as it is revealed in the sparse light of this otherworldly space—all play their part here.

I’ve named this painting “In the Light” to draw attention to the connection between figure and light.

Though coming from from outside the heavy walls, further reduced by the small window, this light makes its way into the room to play a vital part—contouring and defining the figure,.. all while also showing a connection between light and figure.

Yet this universal figure, though presented as complete, confident and beautiful—appears entirely focused on the diminutive bit of light making it through the small window, lending greater credence to the distant light than her own being.

The figure is “In the Light…” and having captured the attention of the viewer with her unreachable beauty, she points with all her attention to something beyond herself and the limited confines of the painting—the light that defines her.

Beyond the beauty of the figure, beyond the heavy walls and beyond the small window—it’s all about the light.

Interestingly, the theme of light (https://peterbaagoejepsen.com/2020/02/19/adagio/) is not unsual when working with this model–it’s a natural, part of her person, as other pieces (still in progress) will soon show.

Progress Report

The long silence on my site is not due to inactivity but rather lack of me reporting my progress. Some of my pieces can be very time intensive, while also presenting some very real problems along the way—as every piece is new, real and different from the rest. 

What I do is important to me, a lot of time goes into my work and I don’t like to waste my time—so every piece I do, absolutely has to be worthy of my time. When I’ve done everything that I can do in sharing my idea I like to present a finished piece in such a way that somewhere in that space between the viewer and my work, the art that I intended happens in that space… That is not what’s happening here, a digitized facsimile of unfinished work can merely show a road toward a destination but not any actual destination.

I’ve intentionally used an uninvolved and pragmatic title here, because I don’t like not being able to give each piece the attention it deserves. None of the angled placements, the multiple light sources, various lighting temperatures (some colors appear colder and others unrealistically warmer than the true color) and the forced overlapping is far from ideal–but perhaps it’s all necessary as a marker on the progression of a timeline?

Because I’m the only person that knows my hopes and intensions for a work in progress, there’s a chance that I might hurt the final impression someone might have from that piece. First impressions are important BUT I really wanted to show you some of these pieces–though NOT finished. Because these pieces are so time intensive this has been a lengthy process, and I was beginning to crave some feedback.

Art should preferably be viewed without nearby distracting impressions. By deliberately making each piece a distraction to the other pieces, essentially diluting that first impression I’m hoping to get away with sharing my unfinished work–without ruining a later good experience?

Updates will of course follow as each reaches completion.

Showing my unfinished work is going out on a limb for me–let me know what you think?

A Conscience of Civilization.

“Die Menge” by Magdalena Abakanovicz

The lithograhic print “Die Menge” by Magdalena Abakanovicz consist of large dark mass of people, passing through the middle of a drawing, of which you (the viewer) could be a part. You see only hunched backs and their bowed heads. Using perspective, this group is indicated to be walking away from the viewer. The mass of this group divides the image in two nearly identical symmetrical halves. The background consists of what appears to be a wall of people, depicted by drawing their heads only, without the use of any perspective.

 I was unimpressed when I first came across the print “Die Menge” by Magdalena Abakanovicz. I at first thought the exhibition to be that of students. I had in fact walked by the piece previously and thought it to have poor composition, elementary perspective and an uninteresting use of symmetry. I did not take time to identify the black mass as people, the name of the piece or the name of the artist, and I went on to where I was headed.

I gave this piece no further thought until I again was faced with it, only this time I found a different sort of appeal in the piece. For a brief second I thought to myself “But I didn’t like it the first time. . . .” Then I saw the name Abakanowicz. I have seen several of her sculptures; they often involve barbed wire, large groups of hunched backs that seem burdened or in deep inner pain. I am not particularly fond of her work, but it has caught my interest before by its stark use of the kz — camp symbolism (Abakanovizc was born about 1930 in Poland.)

Once the imagery has been somewhat decoded, it becomes more interesting. The hunched (or burdened, possibly by pain or embarrassment) group somewhat absorbs the viewer, who then can sense the weight carried by this group. Then your attention is drawn to the outside crowd, outside because they are intentionally separated by not being depicted in perspective as is the main group. This other group is not going anywhere, they are to busy watching you with their mindless little eyes; mindless as they all do the same repetitive act. They have nothing going on in their lives other than watching you in your pain, shame or embarrassment going to a destination that you never chose, otherwise why drag your feet?

I was born fifteen years later than Abakanovicz, and not in Poland, but rather in Denmark. Yet I was feeling the consequences of war in a country that recovered much faster than Poland. I had aunts and uncles that were enemies until their death over events taking place during the war, I have family that fought in the Danish underground, was caught and lived, only their nerves and minds were no longer intact. I to this day often have the thoughts when entering Germany “this country (and many of its present day people) took up arms against my country and my family.” Poland is just now starting to recover their freedom, and the work of Abakanovicz appears to me to have some of this longing for freedom, as it might be felt by her fellow countrymen. Another possibility is the constant overhanging threat of the now defunct Russia. There is however no doubt in my mind where Abakanovicz gets her symbolism and that has my deepest respect.

Picasso’s Bulls

When I visited London some time back, I also had the good fortune to see the Picasso (1881 – 1973) exhibition curated by Sir John Richardson “Minotaurs and Matadors” at the Gagosian Gallery. It’s woth noting that Richardson holds some knowledge on the matter of Picasso, having authored several biographic volumes on Picasso (as displayed for sale at the exhibit) and as longstanding personal friend of Picassso.

Despite having seen many of Picasso’s works exhibited before (an entirely different and much more impressive experience than seeing them in books or online) this once again allowed me a grand experience. Here I saw Picasso’s series of bull drawings, a sequence as if made specifically for use in teaching the process of reduction in art and design. 

While an excellent instrument for teaching, there’s perhaps more to be understood from this series of drawings than a few concepts of design and reduction. Picasso often made it clear that he identified with the bull, making his bull drawings particularly interesting when the choices made in this reductive process is entirely Picasso’s. 

To better understand Picasso, his choices and works, it helps to consider when he was born: In 1881 Brahms was still doing concerts,  Edgar Degas organized and opened the Sixth Impressionists Exhibition in Paris–showing his sculpture “Little Dancer,” Billy the Kid escapes from a New Mexico jail, Sitting Bull surrenders, there was the now famous gunfight at the OK Corral, Thomas Edison and Alexander Graham Bell formed The Oriental Telephone Company (landline telephone,) Barnum & Bailey Circus debuts at Madison Square Gardens—bullfighting was alive and well, even popular and not yet considered offensive. 

In Picasso’s homeland Spain, the bull was a prominent part of their culture and while difficult to imagine today, bullfighting was entertainment. Bullfighting was a part of life and if Le Petit Picador (1889,) painted by Picasso when barely eight years old, can be any indication— bullfighting already made an impression on the young Picasso.

Picasso’s fascination with bullfighting continues and becomes a factor impossible to ignore, right from the blood and gore of bulls and horses of the bullfight, to when the bull meets its end—as dealt by the matador. 

Returning to Picasso, metaphorically identifying with and relating to the bull or better yet–the minotaur as half man, half bull said “If all the ways I have been along were marked on a map and joined up with a line, it might represent a Minotaur.” In Picasso’s world, the bull portion of the minotaur was ultimately destined to fight for its life and die fighting–while the man portion of that same minotaur still tries to make sense of it all. 

It could seem that every element of the bullfight held metaphors for Picasso, perhaps helping him to see his person in a more objective light—as the bull with all its gesturing, charging, huffing and puffing rarely wins but always fights a fight worthy of respect. 

With all the cheering and commotion at a bullfight, Picasso would sit quietly through it all—as he identified with the bull, perhaps all too aware of its impending fate. For the bull it’s a fight for life and death, for the matador it’s for show and for the audience, entertainment, even with all its grotesque gore—and Picasso is the bull in his very own bullfight, to give the performance of his life and to personally pay the ultimate price. Even the horses often sacrificed in a bullfight takes on meaning, as Picasso himself sees them as a metaphor for the woman that became victims of his choices and life. 

In his bull series, Picasso takes on his usual role as the artist to expertly select which elements of the bull to include or exclude, and where to draw the focus of the audience. As the number of drawings increase a progression begins to show, as detail gives way to form and design–all with the intentions of finding those essential elements of art in the subject. Picasso’s search for form and design, dissecting this subject (a bull, likened to himself) to find the art, is at this point not so different from a philosopher’s search for truth in the essence of a concept.

While the process involves an obvious reduction of elements, what’s barely noticeable at first is the price of this reduction—as the process nears the end. Intentionally or subconsciously, it becomes more apparent that art has a price.

 As is frequently seen in design and icons, the bulls head is often used to symbolize unstoppable strength, mind, mentality and tenacity—clearly identifying the idea of a bull. 

For Picasso, the symbolism of a bull’s mask was enough to suggest himself a bull when wearing it, as he would do but in the last image of the Bull Series, the head is as near to being completely gone as it can possibly be—hence reducing its symbolic significance.

As can be concluded when viewing the Charging Bull of Wall Street sculpture other parts of the bull also has great significance. The genitals of bulls are often used to refer to the character and traits inherent to the masculinity and strength in a bull, just like people in some parts of the world compare themselves or parts of themselves to that of a bull. 

Surprisingly, in a final stage of reduction—as if to make the biggest statement yet in the last drawing, Picasso almost completely castrates the bull by now drawing the genitals so small as if no longer of any significance or use.

The drawings are indisputably Picasso’s recorded expression as he chose every step of the way, which brings me to question if this was a statement on more than elements of design and abstraction, intentionally or unintentionally? Was this a commentary on art in general, the art world, or was it personal reflection, a visual autobiography (Picasso was never a man of many words?) Did Picasso perhaps feel burdened and/or drained from his own success, as he inescapably became a greater celebrity, seeing his identity, real strength and artistic freedom reduced to the point of being almost removed?


“Changes” (detail)
triptych, 123 x 245cm acrylic on canvas.

While planning and thinking out this project, much of my focus was on discovering the potential and nature of the canvas. I wanted to take the canvas past its usual flat, and mostly discrete role as a ground to hold paint but had never expected for the shapes to hold such beauty, as to tempt me to leave them entirely blank? While tempting, I went through many stages before I finally concluded that any approach to painting these structures had not only to justify the sculptural qualities but be a means to help the viewer truly see, and appreciate the aesthetics of it all, or there would be no balance.

But, after a lengthy process, I’m finally at peace with the result.

“Changes” triptych, 123 x 245cm acrylic on canvas.

Upon completion, it became obvious that the name of this piece had to change. Though the structure remained the same, the dynamics had changed the identity—hence “Changes.”

The rectangular dimensions listed with the photo, are only for crating and shipping purposes. If “Changes” is to be displayed as in the above photo it measures a full 254 cm from top to bottom.

“Changes” (detail #2)

Getting a little closer and on a slight angle, should help improve the perception of what otherwise could be seen as an entirely two-dimensional object?

“Changes” (detail #3)

I particularly like how the sharper angle allow lights, reflections and shadows to better illustrate the shape and chroma in this photo.

“Changes” (detail #4)

The arduous process required to bring about these structures makes photographing them seem like a reward, frequently opening up an all new perspective to me. Once transferred to a two-dimensional format, the different viewing angles takes on a unique character, with an entirely new aesthetic value–conceptually connected, yet entirely separate from the original.

“Rainy Day Monday” (details)

“Rainy Day Monday” Diptych (detail #1,) acrylic paint on a 3D canvas.

I wanted to show the nature of the canvas, taking it to the extremes as in life’s highs and the lows. Colors, some more pleasant and harmonious and others not so much—almost in random chaos, like those events around us that color our days, with sometimes bright cheer and other times rather undefinable hues—yet still following those forever unavoidable, highs and lows.

My attempts at trying to control my photos of this piece soon became a loosing battle, that instead served to show its true nature, with form and chroma both struggling to dominate. The tension in the fauve colors demands to be seen, though constantly suppressed by the multifaceted canvas, ready to reflect any incidental light. Depending on available light, the composition migh insist that you see form over color, making the experience entirely dependent on where and how it’s displayed.

I added a band of subdued yellow, that all depending on the viewer can hold a multiple of meanings. But, no heart or set of eyes are the same, as are no two lives—our difficulties vary, as does our hopes and needs.

“Rainy Day Monday” Diptych (detail #2,) acrylic paint on a 3D canvas.

Using close-up details of “Rainy Day Monday,” I wanted to share the experience and dynamics of this piece, changing my angle of approach as much as possible from photo to photo. For the sake of authenticity and honest depiction, I used daylight lamps (5500/5600 Kelvin) and allowed the light from my garden window to blend with the light of the lamps, still the colors varied from photo to photo? It may seem unlikely but I’ve used no altering filters, to fully allow viewing to be as natural as a camera possibly can.

“Rainy Day Monday” Diptych (detail #3,) acrylic paint on a 3D canvas.
“Rainy Day Monday” Diptych (detail #4,) acrylic paint on a 3D canvas.
“Rainy Day Monday” Diptych (detail #5,) acrylic paint on a 3D canvas.

The colors of detail # 4 and 5 are the closest to how I see them myself in the painting, I hope that helps?

“Rainy Day Monday”

“Rainy Day Monday” Diptych, acrylic paint on a 3D canvas.

When I first photographed this piece in the garden for my Instagram account, it quickly became a matter of timing, wiping off drops of rain and rushing to take more pictures before the next drops began to fall. I finally thought we had succeeded and posted the pictures, only to find that the painting still had traces of drops, some partly wiped off and others not so much. After all the work preceding my rainy day photo session, a few drops of rain ended up giving name to the piece.

Before I had to fight the weather to photograph this piece, it had to be formed, first in my mind and then in the studio. I wanted to free myself from the conventions while still using conventional tools to do so, and what could be more conventional than paint and canvas in art–so that’s where I began.

The canvas, often referred to as ground, typically given a barely mentioned passive role and stretcher bars, discrete supports for the ground, could instead be called on as media, all working together, not to just carry a medium but all be equally significant media.

Much thought and experimentation came before the actual conceptualization of my idea but I wanted paint, canvas and stretcher bars to be media–all merged into one expression. For canvas and stretcher bars to be considered of value, their characteristics had to be considered and properly displayed to qualify as media.

But, with multiple media there must be a balance and when both stretcher bars and canvas explode into view, demanding attention, the painting must be equally explosive.

Photographed under different circumstances, away from the rain and using in-house lighting, here is my first realization of what began as merely an idea, challenging myself, wondering if in bringing out the characteristics of canvas, how far it would stretch–and still not rip or get wobbles (the rips and wobbles are maybe for another painting, another day.)


“Afternoon” Watercolor, 22″ x 30″ on Arches paper

A little watercolor from long ago, sold and gone. I painted this before pursuing a formal fine arts education and I just painted what I found aesthetically pleasing, sold my work at local galleries and taught some watercolor courses at the nearby art center.

I had to scan an old 35mm analog source to get access to this and that should help date the piece? I haven’t done watercolors for some time now but this brings back a lot of good memories for me, realizing the time that’s passed since then.