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Joakim Ceder
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🇬🇧 Swedish artist of many trades. Outside the box.
🇸🇪 Målare, pianist, språkhjälp och illustratör till din nästa bok.
✍️ j_ceder @ Instagram, or
oj.ceder at gmail dot com.
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Finns visst gott om alternativ :) Siktade nog mest på det förra. "I've looked at clouds from both sides now..."
(Kom på att jag har denna enkla skiss på ämnet -- kulspets, foto och elektriskt -- här finns att ta av.)
Liten bild med tös som gungar från moln. Men gungan är en kedja med hänglås, så var det med det nöjet.
December 15, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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#artadventcalendar : Dec. 15:th is for 2015.
”Are you the angel of death, who have come to carry me away?” — were the last words of a dying patient to my friend, a nurse.* So I made this for her (she got very happy). It is detailed, and I might as well comment in alt txt, q.v.
#symbolism #death
In the front, two worn feet sticking out from under a hospital sheet. It’s dark, but in the middle my friend stands in a flowing white gown, typical hospital workers’ crocs, and wearing a large Nurses’ Badge (of Umeå Univ., I think it was). And she has large black wings. She is stretching out her hand: Come with me. Behind her, there is a dark arching tunnel of green leaves – with the occasional Tagetes in it, her favourite flower, and they’re glowing. And in the end of the tunnel there is the Final Light, being a hint of a bright and green mountainous landscape: The Afterworld is symbolised by her beloved Sápmi. I wish that I believed in all of this.
December 15, 2025 at 2:56 PM
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#artadventcalendar Dec. 14:th is for 2014. This little piece, inspired by Escher, I eventually gave as a gift to my wonderful young friend, now a nurse, that I trained in Academic Swedish.
Fun fact: She's actually scared of needles.
#surrealism #artsky
Inspired by M. C. Escher (there's a famous litograph with two hands drawing each other) but in ink and aquarelle on paper, we have two hands, armed with one syringe each, respectively jabbing said things into the opposite hand. The hands dissolve into veins and arteries which ultimately, in art noveau-esque sweeps, fuel said syringes.
December 14, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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Anders Zorn, "På Sandhamn", 1906.
Typisk zornkulla möter typisk censurbot inom 3, 2, 1...
En av konstnär Zorns typiska dalkullor målade vid vatten.
December 14, 2025 at 12:33 PM
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O ja. Den var ju så söt. Den hade fått kunna heta Äggelica. Men jag sparade henne till sist. Trevligt med sällskap.
Sorgset ägg (med blyertstår i söta blyertsansiktet) begrundar måltiden efter att hon blir måltid, i fonden en tallrik nudlar med div. såser och vitlök. Dyster ljussättning.
December 13, 2025 at 1:27 PM
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Glad Lucia på er!
Stackars ägg. Men om det fortfarande är bra så blir det ju straxt uppätet.
Sorgset frukostägg som gråter i blyerts (jag har målat dess ansikte i blyerts) Samma gråtiga frukostägg
December 13, 2025 at 8:38 AM
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#artadventcalendar Dec. 13:th is for 2013, when I kept painting complex things with an unclear meaning. Oil. Life was becoming complex, but it still let me paint.
A man is kneeling in front of a female accordionist in City Lights -- a very fragmented city with lots of irregular lights. There is a frigate way behind in the bay. There is an angel statue behind the girl. Nothing is explained any further.
December 13, 2025 at 3:07 AM
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#artadventcalendar -- I haven't been feeling very well at all (complex & private reasons/disasters) so I fail in giving you a full calendar now. But Dec. 12:th is for 2012, when I made this wild thingy.
A very wild and unruly surreal oil painting. There's some kind of grandmother watch with multiple dials and a splashy milky crown, blackbirds enjoying a cake with cream and Smarties' topping, grapes turning into doves, white orchids, two Canada geese (I lived by the sea) the colours are mild and happy but the jumble is unsettling. My friend says that I'm doing "Dalí for Children". Detail: Grapes turning into doves. Almost all details were to tease my then-fiancé, who had difficulties separating Swedish words that (according to her) sound alike. So doves ("duvor") are transformed from grapes ("druvor"). Koltrast (blackbird) sounded like tårta (cake) in her foreign ears, and there you go. Inspiration can be had from anywhere. So, did she become upset? No! The whole point eluded her (even when I mentioned it) and flew past her like a huge bevy of doves.
December 12, 2025 at 5:20 PM
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Man kämpar på med pinnar och mera pinnar. Jag kallar den för Sekreteraren, den står på skrivbordet och måste ju kunna sköta sitt jobb. Annars ringlar succulenter ut fullständigt.
Succulent som hålls uppe med många pinnar Succulent på skrivbord som hålls uppe med många pinnar
December 12, 2025 at 4:25 PM
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#artadventcalendar -- Dec. 3:rd is for 2003, very roughly:
My student union (Södertörn Univ.) had a newspaper (name of Soda) where I spent some happy years not becoming a very advanced philosopher and historian. I got my first printed illustrations published there. A few of them still look fine:
The Garbage Labyrinth, editorial. We did have recycling, but most students were lazybugs in locating it. I used to draw in ink + inkwash by hand, scan, and colour digitally. Then you had to wait forever sending it all to the Editor through a slow phone modem that wailed in agony through the night. You couldn't do it by day, any ordinary phone call (through the same copper wires) would disrupt it all. A hand drowning in a sea of papers. Ink, and a little digital colour. I had totally forgot making this one: For an article on cheating students. They are copying the works of each other; acting in a circle of theft by all surreal and desperate means possible. (Today, this manual process has been replaced by AI, which steals from everyone and all in a far more vicious circle.)
December 3, 2025 at 11:35 AM
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‪#artadventcalendar : Dec. 2:nd is for 2002 -- by which time I had just begun painting larger stuff. I don't have much remaining from that year. Two years later I was painting in another garden, and a certain disenchantment with just doing realism is beginning to show. (Note the odd angle etc.)
A much younger artist working on a landscape outdoors, 2002. A hedge with poppies, a rose, bluebells and a peony painted in oils from an oddly low angle. A detail from the large painting: Bluebells. Clouds are looming behind.
December 2, 2025 at 7:17 PM
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#artadventcalendar ! Dec. 1:st.
My first painting is from yesteryear and came true today; most of this very mondayish Monday was spent going blub blub blub to no avail.
I wanted to count this Advent from 2001 (for today) to 2025 (for Xmas Day) but the first years are a bit unorganised. Stay tuned!
December 1, 2025 at 5:35 PM
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Har inte varit så närvarande på senaste dagarna, men hoppas december blir ljusare! Gör en massa beställningsjobb som jag inte får visa upp, och dit går energin... Tänder eget ljus så länge: Glad advent :)
Undertecknad har tänt ett ljus som får räknas som adventsljus.
November 30, 2025 at 8:55 AM
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Så, hur håller ni humöret uppe? En frostig dag har avlösts av en mörk och inåt sett enslig natt som började snart efter kl. 15. Gör en liten teckning mellan seriösare uppdrag med text och bild, totalt obeställd, för att behålla skärpan...
#doodle #skiss
En trött rykande kopp, en ljusstake med ljus och liten grön flaska med mysko innehåll. Liten digital skiss med antropomofiska inslag signerad Joakim Ceder.
November 19, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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Håll gnistan uppe om du kan!
Här är det mest frost som gnistra
I tankar på allt en måste mista
Tlllfällen som frös sönder.
Och försvann.
Brunt lönnlöv (har säkert varit rött och hoppfullt) på marken, i frost. Närbild på japanska lyktor, pudrade med frost. Ett nästan svartnat blad från ett åkeröträd, färgerna är borta (äpplena likaså). Frosten lyser vit på kanterna.
November 17, 2025 at 9:57 AM
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Hoppas på en ljusglimt, någon liten ljusglimt. Arbetet enformigt (ytligen sett kreativt, men det är ytligt) och kär vän har det svårt och orkar inte med folk (inget personligt) så ds är svår att hjälpa. Och mor fyller år, falskt festleende påsättes.
Sänd ljus!
Solsken av det liksom torra, ödsliga novemberslaget sänder långa trädskuggor i en park nära mig.
November 16, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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De hade en intressant karta, mestadels inte förvånande. Men jag undrar litegrann hur de räknar, Ukraina är väl främst inte en vattenkonflikt?
A map covering water conflicts, the Ganges, Panama and some African spots seem to be in trouble. And, moee surprising, the Donbas in Ukraine, where the conflict is about Land, to the best of my knowledge.
November 14, 2025 at 7:51 AM
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“The Translator” – this what the illustrator is doing on the side today. Just a quickie #doodle .
#surrealism #translator #artsky
A weird warped digital allegory on the art of translating. Some kind of being is trapped in some kind of typewriter plus screen thingamajig, trying to make sense of a paper scroll of sorts, while being quite deformed itself.
November 13, 2025 at 6:53 AM
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Morrn! Hur är det med er? Här en melankolisk höstdag, men som sådan mild och i perfekt harmoni med mina inre landskap.
Gula lönnblad vackert på det höstliga fallrepet framför Nälstaängen.
November 12, 2025 at 7:58 AM
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Haha! The Nettles of Death...

Tack, ser inte skillnaden... De kanske inte är så håriga? Då kan jag klappa dem litet lätt och be om ursäkt... Inte mycket som blommar här nu annars. Mina föräldrar har dock blåklockor som är envisa utav skräck.
Blåklockor bland multnande höstlöv, den sista klara färg som säsongen ger.
November 9, 2025 at 8:42 AM
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"You've just died. The 6th picture in your phone gallery is what killed you."
(Pass it on! 🎲)

— Nettles. I'll die of nettles.
A volumptous green sea of wild nettles in bloom, from the restless daily walks that fill my camera roll.
November 9, 2025 at 8:28 AM
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Vår överlevnad har blivit till ideologiskt kiv. Ena laget ropar på Klimaträttvisa (👍) andra laget sjunger om Grön Tillväxt (haha). Både socialister och kapitalister har dock varit duktiga på att resa giftbolmande skorstenar när vinden blåst åt annat håll:
Klimatfrågan borde vara överideologisk.
Lenin på rysk propagandaaffisch, 1920-nånting. I förgrunden jublande ryskor, i bakgrunden heroiskt bolmande fabriksskorstenar, röken svart som Hr. Vladimirs kostym. Han pekar med kraftig arm mot industrin: Damer, därinne finns framtiden.
November 8, 2025 at 4:36 PM
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Voilà, some morose Friday poetry for you (in picture and ALT-text) and an equally cheerful plant. Hope you'll enjoy.
(As an artist is someone that makes people happy...
...O-t-h-e-r people.)

#artpoetry
#poetryart
#art
#poetry
#etcadnauseam
Some rather ambiguous potted plant, drawn just as cheerful as the poem it's mirroring, which goes like this: And here I stand. Like a plant, Shivering in the cold... Letting my poor stems grow With leaves withering in the darkness And roots shrivelling in a soil without nutrition Waiting for your call. And after hours, days, weeks, you do. At last sun, almost blinding, hot like a sauna! And life to the soil, And rain and rainbows And I bloom! in my happiness to be near you... But I am but a potted plant. I won't grow large, I won't see bees, my time in this Earth is limited. And all too soon you're gone. And here I stand. Like a plant, Shivering in the cold...
November 7, 2025 at 3:25 PM
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Det vore något. 💔 Känns novembrigare för var minut.
Enstaka gula lönnblad kvar på kvist mot en bakgrund av förmultnande brunslafsiga dito, eget och rastlöst parkfoto.
November 5, 2025 at 7:28 PM
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Vill bara sova
Och vill inte vakna mer
Känns som ett höstlöv
🍁
#haiku
Höstlandskap, mestadels gult lönnträd, lika mycket löv på marken.
November 3, 2025 at 6:03 PM