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Jörgen Thornberg
Some Like It Kickflipped, 2025
Digital
80 x 80 cm
3 500 kr
Some Like It Kickflipped
Witness Marilyn's whimsical and surreal adventures as she skates high and low, her escapades taking on a delightful and amusing nature.
Uncover the mystery behind timeless skateboarding. This performance is filled with unexpected twists, and the tale will keep you on the edge of your seat, eager for more. The anticipation for this unique and interactive interpretation of classical music, inspired by Marilyn's surreal skating odyssey, will keep you engaged until the very end.
Some Like It Kickflipped
Marilyn's Surreal Skating Odyssey – A Cosmic Catastrophe in Heels
Marilyn had fallen in with a mischievous crowd. A few Lund University carnival pranksters had lured her to an afterparty at Thomanders student housing. Anyone with the faintest knowledge of such gatherings knew this would not end well for a girl. Thomanders housed boys only—though female guests were always welcome. Despite her short but intense life on Earth and her prolonged stay in eternity, the film star had learned nothing. Perhaps she was an experienced woman, but her passion for partying made Marilyn easy prey for mischievous boys and their antics.
No woman in eternity must worry about what many women dread on Earth. Up there, equality reigns. Physical dominance is irrelevant without gravity, and women often hold the upper hand in most other areas. Unless, of course, you try skateboarding. Which Marilyn did.
One might think she should know better—at ninety-nine years old. But the soul remains unchanged in eternity. You are who you are, forever and always. Marilyn was a mischief-loving girl, forever testing limits. In a limitless universe, that has consequences. One cannot die again nor get hurt, but dresses, shoes, and accessories are very much at risk. Hairdos and manicures, too. As they say on Earth, such things are worldly matters—which also hold among the stars.
“Sure, you can have fun without alcohol, but why risk it?” was the students’ motto. Strengthened by that spirit, they lured Marilyn onto a skateboard—a wild ride inspired by a children's song and a few shots of snaps. She, who had never even skated on ice, stood no chance. And for a Time-traveller, the falls come fast. One moment, you're on cobblestones; the next, you're catapulting through time, slipping into kitchens, kingdoms, caravans, backyards and ballrooms.
And so began Marilyn's surreal skating odyssey—a whirlwind of eyeliner, existentialism, and absolute lack of helmet—that soon had the entire universe talking. Like Odysseus before her, she embarked on a wild journey through mythical lands. But Marilyn bore no responsibility for lost crew members, unlike the long-suffering hero. There were none: just one high-heeled star and a disobedient board of maple and mischief.
Marilyn’s Little Skateboard Was Bound for a Ride
Marilyn’s little skateboard
Was bound to roll with pride,
But tumbled down a rain-wet slope.
And met a buzzing bee beside.
She rolled along on maple wood.
Toward eternity's wide tide—
In a Dior skirt, with a giggle sharp
As a shooting star’s free ride!
She whirled past a jazz trio.
In foggy Soho’s glint,
Bounced off a saxophone
And shouted, “That’s the hint!”
Miles Davis gave a courtly bow,
His hat flew through the air,
And Charlie Parker whistled.
Toward an L.A. dream somewhere.
She slid across the canvases.
Of Magritte and Max Ernst,
A feather stuck in her tousled hair—
Dali’s surrealist curse!
A globe lost its balance,
An eyeball said “bonjour!”
She cried, “I’m Marilyn, not your muse—
I refuse to be your tour décor!”
In Paris, through the Louvre she flew,
Lisa gave a blink,
And offered her a quiet frame—
But Marilyn wouldn’t shrink.
“Do you wish to stay in history’s bounds,
Or chase infinity?”
“I’m more of a panorama, dear,”
She smirked and rolled on free.
On the Riviera, she met.
A clown named Grock, retired,
Who served her lemon cognac?
And sang with spirits fired.
They duet with the moon above,
And raced a Vespa down the quay—
Until her board cried, “Stop the ride—
We’re late for Harlequin ballet!”
In Berlin, she dropped.
Into a dadaist’s madcap dream,
Einstein juggled atoms,
While bananas played a theme.
A mustache danced on tightrope wire,
A clarinet sang blue—
And Marilyn shouted past them all,
“I’m late for rendezvous!”
At the Spanish Steps, she crashed.
Into Fellini’s final script,
Marcello sipped an espresso shot
Served by a pelican slightly blitzed.
Anita Ekberg read aloud from Freud,
Discussing primal ache—
But Marilyn’s board roared loud and clear:
“To Sahara! For heaven’s sake!”
In the desert, she met a camel.
Wearing glasses and a tie,
Who studied shadows on the dunes?
And munched on licorice pie.
They formed a punk rock duo
Called “Cactus Sigh” at night,
But her board had FOMO symptoms—
And rolled her into flight.
In Shanghai, Frida Kahlo waited,
With a rooster and a pup,
And said, “Come on, hermana—
We’re heading north, so gear up!”
They painted stars on eyebrows,
Dipped in stardust’s soft pastel,
And opened up a dance school
For ballet-burned gazelle.
Through polar jazz with polar bears
They pirouetted on ice,
A runestone hummed directions.
Beneath the Northern Lights.
Marilyn spun on solar flares,
Drank glögg with moose and men,
And whispered with a glittering grin,
“Do you have rhinestones here, my friend?”
Finally, she landed
On a crooked temple stair,
Tokyo's geishas skated past
And samurai wrote air.
“I’ll stay a week,” she murmured,
But her board gave her a sign—
“We’re only on verse eleven, love—
The next one’s quite divine!”
So, through the stars, she surfed again, her heels sparkling like a flare, a cloud of cotton candy dreams. Her journey was not just a series of events but a celebration of joy and freedom, inspiring all who witnessed it.
Heels sparkling like a flare,
A cloud of cotton candy dreams
And cosmic cabaret air.
The planets cheered her daring ride,
Satellites lost their track,
And Marilyn smiled her eternal smile—
As the Milky Way rolled back.
Jörgen Thornberg
Some Like It Kickflipped, 2025
Digital
80 x 80 cm
3 500 kr
Some Like It Kickflipped
Witness Marilyn's whimsical and surreal adventures as she skates high and low, her escapades taking on a delightful and amusing nature.
Uncover the mystery behind timeless skateboarding. This performance is filled with unexpected twists, and the tale will keep you on the edge of your seat, eager for more. The anticipation for this unique and interactive interpretation of classical music, inspired by Marilyn's surreal skating odyssey, will keep you engaged until the very end.
Some Like It Kickflipped
Marilyn's Surreal Skating Odyssey – A Cosmic Catastrophe in Heels
Marilyn had fallen in with a mischievous crowd. A few Lund University carnival pranksters had lured her to an afterparty at Thomanders student housing. Anyone with the faintest knowledge of such gatherings knew this would not end well for a girl. Thomanders housed boys only—though female guests were always welcome. Despite her short but intense life on Earth and her prolonged stay in eternity, the film star had learned nothing. Perhaps she was an experienced woman, but her passion for partying made Marilyn easy prey for mischievous boys and their antics.
No woman in eternity must worry about what many women dread on Earth. Up there, equality reigns. Physical dominance is irrelevant without gravity, and women often hold the upper hand in most other areas. Unless, of course, you try skateboarding. Which Marilyn did.
One might think she should know better—at ninety-nine years old. But the soul remains unchanged in eternity. You are who you are, forever and always. Marilyn was a mischief-loving girl, forever testing limits. In a limitless universe, that has consequences. One cannot die again nor get hurt, but dresses, shoes, and accessories are very much at risk. Hairdos and manicures, too. As they say on Earth, such things are worldly matters—which also hold among the stars.
“Sure, you can have fun without alcohol, but why risk it?” was the students’ motto. Strengthened by that spirit, they lured Marilyn onto a skateboard—a wild ride inspired by a children's song and a few shots of snaps. She, who had never even skated on ice, stood no chance. And for a Time-traveller, the falls come fast. One moment, you're on cobblestones; the next, you're catapulting through time, slipping into kitchens, kingdoms, caravans, backyards and ballrooms.
And so began Marilyn's surreal skating odyssey—a whirlwind of eyeliner, existentialism, and absolute lack of helmet—that soon had the entire universe talking. Like Odysseus before her, she embarked on a wild journey through mythical lands. But Marilyn bore no responsibility for lost crew members, unlike the long-suffering hero. There were none: just one high-heeled star and a disobedient board of maple and mischief.
Marilyn’s Little Skateboard Was Bound for a Ride
Marilyn’s little skateboard
Was bound to roll with pride,
But tumbled down a rain-wet slope.
And met a buzzing bee beside.
She rolled along on maple wood.
Toward eternity's wide tide—
In a Dior skirt, with a giggle sharp
As a shooting star’s free ride!
She whirled past a jazz trio.
In foggy Soho’s glint,
Bounced off a saxophone
And shouted, “That’s the hint!”
Miles Davis gave a courtly bow,
His hat flew through the air,
And Charlie Parker whistled.
Toward an L.A. dream somewhere.
She slid across the canvases.
Of Magritte and Max Ernst,
A feather stuck in her tousled hair—
Dali’s surrealist curse!
A globe lost its balance,
An eyeball said “bonjour!”
She cried, “I’m Marilyn, not your muse—
I refuse to be your tour décor!”
In Paris, through the Louvre she flew,
Lisa gave a blink,
And offered her a quiet frame—
But Marilyn wouldn’t shrink.
“Do you wish to stay in history’s bounds,
Or chase infinity?”
“I’m more of a panorama, dear,”
She smirked and rolled on free.
On the Riviera, she met.
A clown named Grock, retired,
Who served her lemon cognac?
And sang with spirits fired.
They duet with the moon above,
And raced a Vespa down the quay—
Until her board cried, “Stop the ride—
We’re late for Harlequin ballet!”
In Berlin, she dropped.
Into a dadaist’s madcap dream,
Einstein juggled atoms,
While bananas played a theme.
A mustache danced on tightrope wire,
A clarinet sang blue—
And Marilyn shouted past them all,
“I’m late for rendezvous!”
At the Spanish Steps, she crashed.
Into Fellini’s final script,
Marcello sipped an espresso shot
Served by a pelican slightly blitzed.
Anita Ekberg read aloud from Freud,
Discussing primal ache—
But Marilyn’s board roared loud and clear:
“To Sahara! For heaven’s sake!”
In the desert, she met a camel.
Wearing glasses and a tie,
Who studied shadows on the dunes?
And munched on licorice pie.
They formed a punk rock duo
Called “Cactus Sigh” at night,
But her board had FOMO symptoms—
And rolled her into flight.
In Shanghai, Frida Kahlo waited,
With a rooster and a pup,
And said, “Come on, hermana—
We’re heading north, so gear up!”
They painted stars on eyebrows,
Dipped in stardust’s soft pastel,
And opened up a dance school
For ballet-burned gazelle.
Through polar jazz with polar bears
They pirouetted on ice,
A runestone hummed directions.
Beneath the Northern Lights.
Marilyn spun on solar flares,
Drank glögg with moose and men,
And whispered with a glittering grin,
“Do you have rhinestones here, my friend?”
Finally, she landed
On a crooked temple stair,
Tokyo's geishas skated past
And samurai wrote air.
“I’ll stay a week,” she murmured,
But her board gave her a sign—
“We’re only on verse eleven, love—
The next one’s quite divine!”
So, through the stars, she surfed again, her heels sparkling like a flare, a cloud of cotton candy dreams. Her journey was not just a series of events but a celebration of joy and freedom, inspiring all who witnessed it.
Heels sparkling like a flare,
A cloud of cotton candy dreams
And cosmic cabaret air.
The planets cheered her daring ride,
Satellites lost their track,
And Marilyn smiled her eternal smile—
As the Milky Way rolled back.
3 500 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