On Sunday, I did something I rarely do. I accompanied my father to his childhood village of Glimåkra to listen to a lecture about local artist Erik Månsson (1893-1972). I had expected it to be a rather dull experience, but to my surprise, it turned out to be quite interesting. Normally, my father is not particularly interested in art, but the artist in question was his schoolteacher, so he felt a connection and wanted to learn more about the man he know only as a somewhat brutish and harsh authority figure.

After the lecture itself, we were invited to the first ever vernissage of Månsson’s art; which mostly deals with local myths, characters, and customs. It’s not the greatest art I have seen, but I found its originality fascinating. Unfortunately, I had forgotten my camera at home, but I managed to take a few decent pictures with my mobile.