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Jörgen Thornberg
Titta! Jag kan köra utan att hålla - The Throttle Babe, 2024
Digital
100 x 70 cm
5 200 kr
Titta! Jag kan köra utan att hålla - The Throttle Babe
‘‘A whimsy ride through Västra Hamnen
Through my neighbourhood’s breezy lanes,
Where sunlit waters leave their stains,
A roar of thunder split the calm,
And Marilyn rode with fearless charm.
Upon a borrowed beast of steel,
With tyres that spun and wheels that squealed,
She ploughed her way through cycling hordes,
Her laughter sliced through their chords.
The bikers cursed, they rang their bells,
But Marilyn’s mischief cast her spells.
“Is it a dream?” a rider sighed,
As blonde locks streamed and engines cried.
She weaved and danced; she owned the street,
Her heels swapped out for biker’s feet.
The handlebars, untouched, she soared,
While chaos reigned and spirits roared.
Through startled crowds and open air,
Marilyn moved without a care.
A rebel’s grin, a movie’s frame,
The queen of glamour, wild and untamed.
And when the dust had settled down,
She parked her steed without a frown.
Västra Hamnen still buzzed with awe,
For Marilyn’s ride broke every law.
Her path through Malmö, bold and free,
A tale for all eternity.
For on that day, the city learned,
Even legends love the turns.”
Malmö, October 2024
Pierre and Marilyn snug behind his back
As we often did, Pierre and I met up again for a coffee, one of Pierre’s obsessions. Predictably, he picked up the thread of my surreal encounter with the girls from the stars. Pierre, ever the car fanatic, loved owning as many cars as he had shoes—another one of his peculiar obsessions. His property wouldn’t have had enough parking space even if he had torn down all the houses and felled the trees. Kristen, of course, would have had plenty to say about that. Wives always do. Not about the shoes, though—Pierre polished those himself.
Pierre: "So, what kind of car did Marilyn have? If you even know. Maybe she didn’t even have a driver’s license."
Me: "Oh, she had a license, Pierre. Marilyn Monroe could drive and owned several cars throughout her life. She wasn’t known as a car enthusiast, though—it was more practical than passionate for her. Still, there are some interesting stories about her cars."
Pierre leaned forward eagerly, his coffee forgotten for the moment.
Pierre: "Go on, then! Please don’t leave me hanging. What did she drive?"
Me: "Well, for starters, one of her most famous cars was a black 1956 Ford Thunderbird convertible. It was a gift from her production company and symbolised the glamorous lifestyle she led at the time. She often drove it herself, even using it on her way to her wedding with Arthur Miller in 1956."
Pierre nodded, clearly impressed.
Me: "Then there was her 1954 Cadillac Series 62, an elegant white convertible she owned during her earlier successful years in Hollywood. The car matched her glamorous image and was often seen when she made public appearances."
Pierre: "So she wasn’t always chauffeured around like some movie stars?"
Me: "Not always. She drove when needed but preferred having a driver, especially in Los Angeles with its long, tiresome distances. Still, there are stories of her driving herself in Beverly Hills or along the Malibu coast, enjoying the privacy and scenery."
Pierre chuckled.
Pierre: "Let me guess—one of those cars went for a fortune at auction?"
Me: "You bet. Her Thunderbird sold for over $490,000 in 2018. Iconic, right?"
Pierre: "It is. But I like the idea of her behind the wheel. I’ll bet it gave her a sense of freedom."
Me: "Exactly. For someone like Marilyn, who often felt controlled by others, driving could have symbolised a degree of independence. It might’ve been a way for her to escape, even if only briefly, from the pressures of stardom."
Pierre sat back, sipping his coffee with a thoughtful expression. Then, a glint of mischief sparked in his eyes.
Pierre: "Speaking of vehicles… you had a bike when you did your military service. An old, rusty thing?"
Me: "That’s right—a beat-up old Norton. But I don’t think you ever saw it. I sold it to a fellow conscript before I came back to Malmö. Why the sudden interest?"
Pierre grinned.
Pierre: "I just had this image of Marilyn as your pillion rider, sitting snug behind you on that bike. Can you imagine?"
I nearly spat out my coffee.
Me: "Pierre, your dirty imagination is running wild again!"
Pierre: "Not at all! I just wanted to test you. Who knows—maybe she had her bike?"
I raised an eyebrow.
Me: "Now you’re reaching. There’s no record or photo of Marilyn ever riding a motorcycle. Bikes weren’t part of her lifestyle. She was more about those iconic cars, you know?"
Pierre shrugged, a sly grin on his face.
Pierre: "Still, the image fits. With her wild blonde hair, Marilyn perched on a Harley, riding into the sunset."
Me: "It’s a great fantasy, but it never happened. Though I agree—motorcycles would’ve suited her rebellious spirit. She had that same aura of freedom and sensuality that motorbikes symbolise."
Pierre: "And yet, there are no pictures of her on one?"
Me: "None that are real. Many photo montages and fakes show her on bikes, but they’re just artistic tributes. She inspired so many people that her image was bound to end up on a motorcycle, whether it happened in real life or not."
Pierre: "So you’re telling me that if Marilyn was ever on a bike, it was as a passenger? Probably gripping some guy’s waist?"
Me: "Probably. But not mine, Pierre—let’s not get carried away."
Pierre laughed, raising his mug in a mock toast.
Pierre: "Too bad. That would’ve been a hell of a story. Marilyn Monroe, riding through Malmö, hanging onto you for dear life."
Me: "And you’d tell Kristen about it, wouldn’t you?"
Pierre: "Don’t drag Kristen into this! She’d say I’m too old to dream about women like Marilyn."
Me: "She might have a point. You are getting on, Pierre."
Pierre: "Hey, you’re no spring chicken yourself! But you know what? It doesn’t matter. Marilyn, Anita, Frida—they’re timeless. And we’re lucky to have their stories, even if they only exist in your crazy Time-traveller tales."
Me: "Well, in any case, she actually rode a motorcycle while in Malmö."
Pierre: "What?! Where did she get it? Did she steal it?"
Me: "Let’s just say she borrowed it. There’s no lock in the world a Tme-traveller can’t blow open. A little puff is all it takes—one sneeze could open Fort Knox. You can blame me, though. I told her about our garage, which is full of bikes that get used maybe once a year if the weather cooperates. Talk about an old boys’ club. But she put it back without a scratch. Still, her story about riding without touching the handlebars sent chills down my spine. A couple of cyclists got more fuel for their complaints about the lunatics tearing around on bikes with hundreds of horsepower between their legs."
Pierre: "What women."
We both laughed, clinking our mugs together, and for a moment, the three women seemed to ride with us—on the open road, glamorous, rebellious, and utterly unforgettable.
Jörgen Thornberg
Titta! Jag kan köra utan att hålla - The Throttle Babe, 2024
Digital
100 x 70 cm
5 200 kr
Titta! Jag kan köra utan att hålla - The Throttle Babe
‘‘A whimsy ride through Västra Hamnen
Through my neighbourhood’s breezy lanes,
Where sunlit waters leave their stains,
A roar of thunder split the calm,
And Marilyn rode with fearless charm.
Upon a borrowed beast of steel,
With tyres that spun and wheels that squealed,
She ploughed her way through cycling hordes,
Her laughter sliced through their chords.
The bikers cursed, they rang their bells,
But Marilyn’s mischief cast her spells.
“Is it a dream?” a rider sighed,
As blonde locks streamed and engines cried.
She weaved and danced; she owned the street,
Her heels swapped out for biker’s feet.
The handlebars, untouched, she soared,
While chaos reigned and spirits roared.
Through startled crowds and open air,
Marilyn moved without a care.
A rebel’s grin, a movie’s frame,
The queen of glamour, wild and untamed.
And when the dust had settled down,
She parked her steed without a frown.
Västra Hamnen still buzzed with awe,
For Marilyn’s ride broke every law.
Her path through Malmö, bold and free,
A tale for all eternity.
For on that day, the city learned,
Even legends love the turns.”
Malmö, October 2024
Pierre and Marilyn snug behind his back
As we often did, Pierre and I met up again for a coffee, one of Pierre’s obsessions. Predictably, he picked up the thread of my surreal encounter with the girls from the stars. Pierre, ever the car fanatic, loved owning as many cars as he had shoes—another one of his peculiar obsessions. His property wouldn’t have had enough parking space even if he had torn down all the houses and felled the trees. Kristen, of course, would have had plenty to say about that. Wives always do. Not about the shoes, though—Pierre polished those himself.
Pierre: "So, what kind of car did Marilyn have? If you even know. Maybe she didn’t even have a driver’s license."
Me: "Oh, she had a license, Pierre. Marilyn Monroe could drive and owned several cars throughout her life. She wasn’t known as a car enthusiast, though—it was more practical than passionate for her. Still, there are some interesting stories about her cars."
Pierre leaned forward eagerly, his coffee forgotten for the moment.
Pierre: "Go on, then! Please don’t leave me hanging. What did she drive?"
Me: "Well, for starters, one of her most famous cars was a black 1956 Ford Thunderbird convertible. It was a gift from her production company and symbolised the glamorous lifestyle she led at the time. She often drove it herself, even using it on her way to her wedding with Arthur Miller in 1956."
Pierre nodded, clearly impressed.
Me: "Then there was her 1954 Cadillac Series 62, an elegant white convertible she owned during her earlier successful years in Hollywood. The car matched her glamorous image and was often seen when she made public appearances."
Pierre: "So she wasn’t always chauffeured around like some movie stars?"
Me: "Not always. She drove when needed but preferred having a driver, especially in Los Angeles with its long, tiresome distances. Still, there are stories of her driving herself in Beverly Hills or along the Malibu coast, enjoying the privacy and scenery."
Pierre chuckled.
Pierre: "Let me guess—one of those cars went for a fortune at auction?"
Me: "You bet. Her Thunderbird sold for over $490,000 in 2018. Iconic, right?"
Pierre: "It is. But I like the idea of her behind the wheel. I’ll bet it gave her a sense of freedom."
Me: "Exactly. For someone like Marilyn, who often felt controlled by others, driving could have symbolised a degree of independence. It might’ve been a way for her to escape, even if only briefly, from the pressures of stardom."
Pierre sat back, sipping his coffee with a thoughtful expression. Then, a glint of mischief sparked in his eyes.
Pierre: "Speaking of vehicles… you had a bike when you did your military service. An old, rusty thing?"
Me: "That’s right—a beat-up old Norton. But I don’t think you ever saw it. I sold it to a fellow conscript before I came back to Malmö. Why the sudden interest?"
Pierre grinned.
Pierre: "I just had this image of Marilyn as your pillion rider, sitting snug behind you on that bike. Can you imagine?"
I nearly spat out my coffee.
Me: "Pierre, your dirty imagination is running wild again!"
Pierre: "Not at all! I just wanted to test you. Who knows—maybe she had her bike?"
I raised an eyebrow.
Me: "Now you’re reaching. There’s no record or photo of Marilyn ever riding a motorcycle. Bikes weren’t part of her lifestyle. She was more about those iconic cars, you know?"
Pierre shrugged, a sly grin on his face.
Pierre: "Still, the image fits. With her wild blonde hair, Marilyn perched on a Harley, riding into the sunset."
Me: "It’s a great fantasy, but it never happened. Though I agree—motorcycles would’ve suited her rebellious spirit. She had that same aura of freedom and sensuality that motorbikes symbolise."
Pierre: "And yet, there are no pictures of her on one?"
Me: "None that are real. Many photo montages and fakes show her on bikes, but they’re just artistic tributes. She inspired so many people that her image was bound to end up on a motorcycle, whether it happened in real life or not."
Pierre: "So you’re telling me that if Marilyn was ever on a bike, it was as a passenger? Probably gripping some guy’s waist?"
Me: "Probably. But not mine, Pierre—let’s not get carried away."
Pierre laughed, raising his mug in a mock toast.
Pierre: "Too bad. That would’ve been a hell of a story. Marilyn Monroe, riding through Malmö, hanging onto you for dear life."
Me: "And you’d tell Kristen about it, wouldn’t you?"
Pierre: "Don’t drag Kristen into this! She’d say I’m too old to dream about women like Marilyn."
Me: "She might have a point. You are getting on, Pierre."
Pierre: "Hey, you’re no spring chicken yourself! But you know what? It doesn’t matter. Marilyn, Anita, Frida—they’re timeless. And we’re lucky to have their stories, even if they only exist in your crazy Time-traveller tales."
Me: "Well, in any case, she actually rode a motorcycle while in Malmö."
Pierre: "What?! Where did she get it? Did she steal it?"
Me: "Let’s just say she borrowed it. There’s no lock in the world a Tme-traveller can’t blow open. A little puff is all it takes—one sneeze could open Fort Knox. You can blame me, though. I told her about our garage, which is full of bikes that get used maybe once a year if the weather cooperates. Talk about an old boys’ club. But she put it back without a scratch. Still, her story about riding without touching the handlebars sent chills down my spine. A couple of cyclists got more fuel for their complaints about the lunatics tearing around on bikes with hundreds of horsepower between their legs."
Pierre: "What women."
We both laughed, clinking our mugs together, and for a moment, the three women seemed to ride with us—on the open road, glamorous, rebellious, and utterly unforgettable.
5 200 kr
Jörgen Thornberg
Malmö
Lite om bilder och mig. Translation in English at the end.
Jag är en nyfiken person som ser allt i bilder, även det jag fäster i ord, gärna tillsammans för bakom alla mina bilder finns en berättelse. Till vissa bilder hör en kortare eller längre novell som följer med bilden.
Bilder berättar historier. Jag omges av naturlig skönhet, intressanta människor och historia var jag än går. Jag använder min kamera för att dokumentera världen och blanda det jag ser med vad jag känner för att fånga den dolda magin.
Mina bilder berättar mina historier. Genom mina bilder, tryck och berättelser. Jag bjuder in dig att ta del av dessa berättelser, in i ditt liv och hem och dela min mycket personliga syn på vår värld. Mer än vad ögat ser. Jag tänker i bilder, drömmer och skriver och pratar om dem; följaktligen måste jag också skapa bilder. De blir vad jag ser, inte nödvändigtvis begränsade till verkligheten. Det finns en bild runt varje hörn. Jag hoppas att du kommer att se vad jag såg och gilla det.
Jag är också en skrivande person och till många bilder hör en kortare eller längre essay. Den följer med tavlan, tryckt på fint papper och med en personlig hälsning från mig.
Flertalet bilder startar sin resa i min kamera. Enkelt förklarat beskriver jag bilden jag ser i mitt inre, upplevd eller fantiserad. Bilden uppstår inom mig redan innan jag fått okularet till ögat. På bråkdelen av ett ögonblick ser jag vad jag vill ha och vad som kan göras med bilden. Här skall jag stoppa in en giraff, stålmannen, Titanic eller vad det är min fantasi finner ut. Ännu märkligare är att jag kommer ihåg minnesbilden långt efteråt när det blir tid att skapa verket. Om jag lyckas eller inte, är upp till betraktaren, oftast präglat av en stråk av svart humor – meningen är att man skall bli underhållen. Mina bilder blir ofta en snackis där de hänger.
Jag föredrar bilder som förmedlar ett budskap i flera lager. Vid första anblicken fylld av feel-good, en vacker utsikt, fint väder, solen skiner, blommor på ängen eller vattnet som ligger förrädiskt spegelblankt. I en sådan bild kan jag gömma min egentliga berättelse, mitt förakt för förtryckare och våldsverkare, rasister och fördomsfulla människor - ett gärna återkommande motiv mer eller mindre dolt i det vackra motivet. Jag försöker förena dem i ett gemensamt narrativ.
Bild och formgivning har löpt som en röd tråd genom livet. Fotokonst känns som en värdig final som jag gärna delar med mig.
Min genre är vid som framgår av mina bilder, temat en blandning av pop- och gatukonst i kollage som kan bestå av hundratals lager. Vissa bilder kan ta veckor, andra någon dag innan det är dags att överlämna resultatet till printverkstaden. Fine Art Prints är digitala fotocollage. I dessa kollage sker rivandet, klippandet, pusslandet, målandet, ritandet och sprayningen digitalt. Det jag monterar in kan vara hundratals år gamla bilder som jag omsorgsfullt frilägger så att de ser ut att vara en del av tavlan men också bilder skapade av mig själv efter min egen fantasi. Därefter besöks printstudion och för vissa bilder numrera en limiterad upplaga (oftast 7 exemplar) och signera för hand. Vissa bilder kan köpas i olika format. Det är bara att fråga efter vilka. Gillar man en bild som är 70x100 men inte har plats på väggen, går den kanske att få i 50x70 cm istället. Frågan är fri.
Metoden Giclée eller Fine Art Print som det också kallas är det moderna sättet för framställning av grafisk konst. Villkoret för denna typ av utskrifter är att en högkvalitativ storformatskrivare används med åldersbeständigt färgpigment och konstnärspapper eller i förekommande fall på duk. Pappret som används möter de krav på livslängd som ställs av museer och gallerier. Normalt säljer jag mina bilder oinramade så att den nya ägaren själv kan bestämma hur de skall se ut, med eller utan passepartout färg på ram, med eller utan glas etc..
Under många år ställde jag bara ut på nätet, i valda grupper och på min egen Facebooksida - https://www.facebook.com/jorgen.thornberg.9
Jag finns också på en egen hemsida som tyvärr inte alltid är uppdaterad – https://www.jth.life/ Där kan du också läsa en del av de berättelser som följer med bilden.
UTSTÄLLNINGAR
Luftkastellet, oktober 2022
Konst i Lund, november 2022
Luftkastellet, mars 2023
Engleson Galleri Caroli, april 2023
Hydra, Greece June 2023
Engleson Galleri Caroli, oktober 2023
Toppen, Höllviken december 2023
Luftkastellet, mars 2024
Torups Galleri, mars 2024
Venice, May 2024
Luftkastellet, oktober 2024
Konst i Advent, December 2024
Galleri Engleson, Caroli December 2024
Jäger & Jansson Galleri, april 2025
A bit about pictures and me.
I'm a curious person who sees everything in pictures, even what I express in words, often combining them, for behind all my pictures lies a story. These narratives, some as short as a single image and others as long as a novel, are the heart and soul of my work.
Pictures tell stories. Wherever I go, I'm surrounded by natural beauty, exciting people, and history. I use my camera to document the world and blend what I see with what I feel to capture the hidden magic.
My images tell my stories. Through my pictures, prints, and narratives, I invite you to partake in these stories in your life and home and share my deeply personal perspective of our world. More than meets the eye. I think in pictures, dream, write, and talk about them; consequently, I must create images too. They become what I see, not necessarily confined to reality. There's a picture around every corner. I hope you'll see what I saw and enjoy it.
I'm also a writer, and many images come with a shorter or longer essay. It accompanies the painting, printed on fine paper with my personal greeting.
Many pictures start their journey on my camera. Simply put, I describe the image I see in my mind, experienced or imagined. The image arises within me even before I bring the eyepiece to my eye. In a fraction of a moment, I see what I want and what can be done with the picture. Here, I'll insert a giraffe, Superman, the Titanic, or whatever my imagination conjures up. Even stranger is that I remember the mental image long after it's time to create the work. Whether I succeed is up to the observer, often imbued with a streak of black humour – the aim is to entertain. My pictures usually become a talking point wherever they hang.
I prefer pictures that convey a message in multiple layers. At first glance, they're filled with feel-good vibes, a beautiful view, lovely weather, the sun shining, flowers in the meadow, or the water lying deceptively calm. But beneath this surface beauty, I often conceal a deeper story, a narrative that challenges societal norms or explores the human condition. I invite you to delve into these hidden narratives and discover the layers of meaning within my work.
Picture and design have been a thread running through my life. Photographic art feels like a fitting finale, and I'm happy to share it.
My genre is varied, as seen in my pictures; the theme is a blend of pop and street art in collages that can consist of hundreds of layers. Some images can take weeks, others just a day before it's time to hand over the result to the print workshop. Fine Art Prints are digital photo collages. In these collages, tearing, cutting, puzzling, painting, drawing, and spraying happen digitally. What I insert can be images hundreds of years old that I carefully extract so they appear to be part of the painting, but also images created by myself, now also generated from my imagination. Next, visit the print studio and, for certain images, number a limited edition (usually 7 copies) and sign them by hand. Some images may be available in other formats. Just ask which ones. If you like an image that's 70x100 but doesn't have space on the wall, you might be able to get it in 50x70 cm instead. The question is open.
The Giclée method, or Fine Art Print as it's also called, is the modern way of producing graphic art. This method ensures the highest quality and longevity of the artwork, using a high-quality large-format printer with archival pigment inks and artist paper or, in some cases, canvas. The paper used meets the longevity requirements set by museums and galleries. I sell my pictures unframed, allowing the new owner to personalise their artwork, confident in the lasting value and quality of the piece.
For many years, I only exhibited online, in selected groups, and on my Facebook page - https://www.facebook.com/jorgen.thornberg.9. I also have my website, which unfortunately is not constantly updated - https://www.jth.life/. You can also read some of the stories accompanying the pictures there.
EXHIBITIONS
Luftkastellet, October 2022
Art in Lund, November 2022
Luftkastellet, March 2023
Engleson Gallery Caroli, April 2023
Hydra, Greece June 2023
Engleson Gallery Caroli, October 2023
Toppen, Höllviken December 2023
Luftkastellet, March 2024
Torup Gallery, March 2024
Venice, May 2024
UTSTÄLLNINGAR
Luftkastellet, oktober 2022
Konst i Lund, november 2022
Luftkastellet, mars 2023
Engleson Galleri Caroli, april 2023
Hydra, Greece June 2023
Engleson Galleri Caroli, oktober 2023
Toppen, Höllviken december 2023
Luftkastellet, mars 2024
Torups Galleri, mars 2024
Venice, May 2024
Luftkastellet, October 2024
Konst i Advent, December 2024
Galleri Engleson, Caroli December 2024
Jäger & Jansson Galleri, April 2025
Utbildning
Autodidakt
Medlem i konstnärsförening
Öppna Sinnen
Med i konstrunda
Konstrundan i Skåne
Utställningar
Luftkastellet, October 2022
Art in Lund, November 2022
Luftkastellet, March 2023
Engleson Gallery Caroli, April 2023
Hydra, Greece June 2023
Engleson Gallery Caroli, October 2023
Toppen, Höllviken December 2023
Luftkastellet, March 2024
Torup Gallery, March 2024
Venice, May 2024