Stig Linberg Karneval items from my collection

Below are 5 pieces of Stig Lindberg "Karneval" pottery from the 1950’s out of my collection. Digging through boxes I found these five pieces of which I have many more. Stig has always been a favorite as I am drawing to the more figurative or decorated pottery from the mid-century.

Stig Lindberg studied at the Swedish State School of arts, crafts and design in Stockholm, hoping to become a painter. After graduating in 1937 he accepted an employment as a faience painter at Gustavsberg pottery under Wilhelm Kåge. Kåge became a major influence on the young Lindberg, and in 1949 he was named his successor as art director at Gustavsberg. 

It’s strange as I started collecting at the end of the 70’s  that you just don’t normally run into these items like I use to. Sure you can buy online, but if I can’t touch and “feel” the item, I can’t buy it.

STIG LINBERG "KARNEVAL"

Hope someone enjoys this, or not.

Mundane - New Definition or Redefinition or "Life in a Black and White Silent Movie"

Things move very slowly and with shadows. It does not seem that way in color, only in Black and White. I live in a world where I am alive with happiness and pain as most the world, but around me there is no expression, no drive or ambition. If the world ended today they would not be able to pick the today as any different as others. I watch and only when I look at inanimate objects or nature do I see color. Brilliant greens and so many shades of blues and reds.I feel like am drifting in the spring flowers with the green sprouts soft under my feet and then I gaze at the world I live in and there is only Black and Whites with a couple of gray shaded areas which are shadows. I can be in the house all quiet for hours with everyone in their corner like spooked spiders. Closing doors, drawing shades, head phones on or just their ears off. I make food and they take and run to their corners. I clean the dishes and push for the interaction by going into their spaces to see if they are done and I can pick up the plates. Black and White.

Oh yea! The dogs see in color. They are alive and waiting out here with me. Playing and biting, running and jumping all over. Kisses forever. The never ending love of dogs. Poor damn things living in the house of Black and White Contrasts.

What can I do? What should I do? I don't know. Dropped most of my friends. Find my self hiding in this colorless world. Waiting and waiting like for Snow White to wake up. pathetic , wasteful of the precious time we have on this earth.

Black and white. Great for photographic studies, shitty for life.

Giving and not receiving and getting use to it. What I really wanted for Chritmas

I gladly gave what I could this Christmas. I actually gave more than I had and will end up paying some bills late. Not too far of a stretch but ZERO on a credit card. I have no more credit cards and hate what they do to people. I want to say most know what they are doing with credit cards, but it seems these days either they just don't understand how it will fuck up their life if they don't pay attention to it or they never should of qualified for one in the first place. 
So back to the point as I got off track there. I gave and did not receive. Oh I get thank you and that great and stuff like that, but I just don't need anything which could be wrapped up. I also do not expect anything anymore. Given up, left open my mind this the space it took up, free and clear.  
What did I want? One, just one or more of these things:

Compassion
Understanding of how I feel and my needs
Discussion   just talking
Laughing
A touch of a woman's hand on my face
The feeling I am need for more than my paycheck and cleaning ability
Consideration of my view

Notice I did not say love

The Two Year Road Home for Christmas - You get what you pay for

Well it's the season of what i don't know of. It's Christmas yes, but as I peer into the Hermit Crab Shell of my home, anything alive may have left or died. It's cold here. lonely, boring and surreal. This is going to be short as nothing happens around here. Everyone is not sad or happy, just missing life flying by. Fucking computers and games and phones and TVs. What about life, nature, experiences, failures, love and adventure. Even if the adventure is a discussion into how the other person is feeling. Hi, i love you, how was your day, what is your schedule tomorrow or whatever. I sit in the living room and watch everyone go to their prospective corners, close their doors and lay on beds or sit in front of a computer. This is better than not seeing my kids regular. I am the bread winner by over 1000%, I do 90% of the cooking, cleaning, shopping pick ups and deliveries and drive back and forth to schools. Well you get what you pay for they say..............

Hit by the Truck and mentally dragged down the street

Well I thought things like this did not happen to ordinary men. Yep the truck hit me. The truck, which I was not suppose to let hit ME. Yep the one you were all prepared to move a clear distance from as you saw it coming. No Rolling Stones "Emotional Rescue" here. Nope only a real dick of a brain that is as smart as a dick. (Makes no sense)What have I had not enough of shit flying at me? I ramble on here as I have been waiting by the side of the road in my life and luckily (I thought) would have a second chance at the woman, which for sure I said I would never touch or love again, take another shot at my heart. No I did not get picked up by the family bus, I got T-boned by a truck which I should have known better was there. Too much emotion, not enough love. Damn it!! Why in the world is it so hard for people to understand that you only get one chance to grow the grass of your life, but have many times to cut it. Take a shot at it, change, trust, pass, fail, it's all an experience. But me I have to jump into the lion’s den and not see that I was ready but she is not. 

So the truck hits me and I don't complain. Hooked by the bumper, dragged along, and bouncing along the road. Yep that's me. Not driving the truck and hooked on by my belt, but wait. Wait  WAIT! There still is scenery and flowers and sun and snow and life going on as I get dragged along. 

Always me seeing the sunny side of the rock even when it is under ground.

Damn success as it is possibly failure

It was a settlement. It feels like the aftermath of the Paris talks during Vietnam and the Nixon bombing. Peace in destruction. Death with catapulting forward to end a mess which we just want out of. I want in and back, I capitulate with the thought of leaving my core values in place as my vintage mind thinks. It what I am is a man which keeps me here. Years I thought the only way of existence was the thought the opportunity to share my being, my love, my gift of giving, with another. I thought that I have found this. Although I am an inner man from an old age of strength, I must by no choice of my own live in this now founded world we call the present.   The core items my father taught me you must have: Food, Clothing and Shelter. He did no mention love or any physiological needs a man may need to survive.
I am back, the divorce ended with me begging and pleading with my one true love for the opportunity to live as one together. Share all, work together, live together, decide all together, keep some independence but love together. It seemed good and I broke down and fell to pieces in the process. There all over the place those pieces. Fuck what a mess. I am trying to hold it together. I bared all and it was in the breath of the cold man from the North's wintry blow. I can see that face from the old cartoon of the face in the clouds with the blueness. I drink more now. Hidden to the side like a man with flasks under the bed. I am never around anyone when I do and mostly late in the night. I find myself crying allot and it should be the other way around. I have given up myself to commit complete love to someone who does not love me for who I am. For this moment of being near her, smelling her smell, seeing the faint smiles at time to me is enough as I love her so. Being near my children, seeing them everyday. For this I have given myself away for a pound of salt. What I need or want is gone. It's hard to see it go but alas, I have forsaken my personal desired and dreams for the slight smell of perfume and a love who loves me not. When it tires I shall leave this earth by my choosing, not by it choosing me I have decided. There will be a time she leaves me as I am older and I have lost that confidence in her. She is not the love I married, she is driven by the immediate demons of this world and knows not any longer the true love we had. I now have dreams with moments of pleasure which I may find and of dying alone in a place of my choice with only the world of nature around me.
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Ship on the rocks

Well my life has crashed. It's so simple to say this. profound, but heartless. An accident which could not be prevented. A bolder unseen. A tree in the middle of the road seen by all but me. I tried, gave it my all, kicked in the teeth, gutted, thrown away trash in one of those handy cinch sacks. Fucking steel promised bags, black and ghastly. I am drifting in the past somewhere on the fucking ocean, somewhere fateful and past my port. Captain I am, leader I was, steering with dead men in a storm. I don't care if we all die. Fuck I hope we all do. Drag their asses into the rocks Pour the rum pour into the our throats till it chokes the best of us all. I keep them following me into the storm, past the safe long route, past the chance they, or I for a matter of fact will ever see our loved ones. Damn it all, lead on, into the thunder of the night, darkness of death, void of light and the thought of survival. Take it to the bottom with me. All who dared to go this far and suck them into the main event. Here I stare, wanting and striving to reach the death and safety of the rocks. Here we are waves are great beasts hovering over my head taking to long to crash. The deck heaves, the wood showing it's fragility which seemed so strong under my feet. now.  I waited, not looking for the safety out of the tragedy, for what, a hand, a bit of love, a simple look, wanted need for my soul, but it was in vain. Waiting took my only chance away, worth it or not, it is gone. Damn you all. None cared. Sadly none watch to my knowledge.  She took my life soul and most of all my heart and foolishly served it for dinner to haggards and swines. I see the wash on my deck and the mast is gone and the sound of buckling members is a soothing sound. I was sorry for the voyeur's and crew of my once mighty life, but now it matters none,