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Jörgen Thornberg
Pink View - Rosa Utsikt, 2025
Digital
70 x 100 cm
3 200 kr
Pink View - Rosa Utsikt
“Pink elephants on the window,
Pink elephants on the sill,
An elephant on the sideboard,
Was kissing a whippoorwill!
I saw a monkey dancing with a purple clock
The cuckoo came out of the clock and said Meow,
Pink elephants on my trousers,
Pink elephants on my coat!
A polka dot boa constrictor,
Was shaving a billy goat!
A beetle lay beside me
And started to snore.
Oh, I never intend to
See those pink elephants anymore!
Mort Dixon and Harry Woods in the 1930s
Pink Elephants and Polka Dots
Pink is pink, and Black is black,
I don’t want my headache back.
Pink elephants arrived in a herd,
Pink elephants sat on the sill,
An elephant on the sideboard,
was kissing a whippoorwill!
I saw a monkey dancing with a purple clock.
The cuckoo came out of the clock and said Meow,
Pink elephants on my hip licking my sock,
One Pinkey even stole my spicy chow
A polka dot boa constrictor snake
Was shaving a checkered billy goat, so bore
A beaming beetle took a sudden break
Fell to the floor and started to snore.
Basta! Stop! Take a break! I never intend to
See those pink elephants anymore!
That’s the conclusion I drew.
Malmö, July 2025
A pink morning, the day after, on a branch at the beach.
It's a scene straight out of a whimsical tale, where reality and imagination dance together.
To see a Pinkey or not is the question. Have you ever seen pink elephants? In real life. They are hard to trap. First, you must be so drunk that you hallucinate, caused by delirium tremens or alcoholic hallucinosis or have a tremendous imagination. Secondly, you need to catch up with those pink bastards. They are quick and often dance out of reach, like Mohammad Ali in the ring. You probably won't catch them, but they will see you. There’s another possibility: telepathy. You connect with someone else’s mind. The person must be drunk, of course, or have a heavy hangover. If your camera has Wi-Fi, you can transfer one of the drinker’s elephants to your digital memory. It's a playful game of imagination and reality, with a dash of local folklore and a sprinkle of alcohol-induced whimsy.
Like me, this morning at the beach near Skanör harbour in the south of Sweden. I didn't see the whole scene in the viewfinder, but later, when I uploaded the shot to my computer, I saw it. What a scene! A poor Pinky perched on an old pine tree branch, watching the sunrise. The sky was a canvas of pastel pinks and oranges, the sea a shimmering mirror. I saw him last night at Badhytten, the nearby restaurant. He had a pinkish Punch mixed with ice and sliced lemons and oranges. A fresh bouquet of pink roses in a vase completed the scene. Strange, because as I remember, the poor fellow had just one drink. Or two. Maybe three. But he looked tired, not to say wretched, with a high face colour and skin wrinkled as if he had slept in it for weeks. For sceptics, I must tell you that I only had two glasses of red wine with yesterday’s pasta. The company was delightful; they were sober but entertaining. It could have been the camera—a modern DSLR with autofocus and other advanced features. Those devices don’t figure out things; they record them. That leaves us with a pink reality.
Pink elephants are heavy, too. But the old branch is sturdy. I have heard that you will feel the pain the following day, as these colourful animals have been jumping on your head. That explains the pain in Pinky’s head and his facial colour.
Mort Dixon and Harry Woods composed the opening verse, ‘Pink Elephants,’ following a joyful night in the 1930s.
Please continue reading to discover more about Pink Elephants and celebrations in Skanör.
Hunting pinkies in Skanör is a unique challenge. The town, unlike many others, lacks the typical large nightclubs or big bars often linked to tourism. Instead, the entire port transforms into a vibrant party, with everyone moving between the bars and soaking in the unique atmosphere and festivities. The noise pollution, a relic of the past when the area was a nightclub, has been significantly reduced. Today’s parties are a refined blend of tradition and modernity, a testament to the cosmopolitan nature of this area. Our celebrations in Skanör, with locals and tourists alike, are a truly unique and memorable experience.
Seeing pink elephants is a euphemism for hallucinations caused by heavy drinking and suffering from delirium tremens or alcoholic hallucinosis, both of which are dangerous conditions that threaten your life. The term dates back to at least the early 20th century, stemming from earlier idioms about seeing snakes and other creatures, such as Hydra, the sea monster once believed to dwell in ancient Skanör, among the dunes.
The Hydra, a serpentine water monster in Greek and Roman mythology, is a creature of danger. Its nine heads, filled with intense headaches, could throw a drinker into a dangerous hallucination. Slaying the nine-headed green lecherous reptile is even more difficult than catching pink elephants. Moreover, pinkies don’t eat humans, but a Hydra does. The story of how Hercules killed the Hydra is a cautionary tale. He missed one head, and the other grew back again. The monster still exists, hiding among the dunes until it gets hungry. Passing Flommen at the wrong time can be hazardous, but only between 2 and 3 in the morning. Luckily, the Hydra hates the sun.
Mort Dixon and Harry Woods’ 1932 silly song, featured at the top of this article, was composed as America’s Prohibition movement was coming to an end. It depicts the hallucinations often experienced by people who are overly intoxicated, indicating drunkenness.
‘'Pink Elephant’’ is a small Indian restaurant in Chalandri, Athens, which I have visited. They do not serve elephants on the menu, but a delicious Tandoori Roti is available. There is no such place in Skanör yet, but if you'd like to see pink elephants, try Badhytten. After midnight, your chances increase.
You know the expression about the elephant in the room—make it pink. It refers to something so obvious that no one can miss it, yet nobody wants to acknowledge or discuss it, assuming everyone has noticed it. This phrase is often used to describe a situation in which a problem or issue is being overlooked or ignored. Doing so would be politically incorrect, impolite, or offensive, like ‘Her body odour was the pink elephant in the room’. This expression is related to the concept of 'seeing pink elephants' as both refer to situations that are difficult to ignore, yet are often overlooked or not discussed openly.
The pink elephants in the Disney film ‘Dumbo’ became famous when the main character and his travelling companion, Timothy Q. Mouse, accidentally drank a barrel of alcohol and hallucinated pink elephants dancing on parade. The song 'Pink Elephants on Parade' is a surreal and nightmarish musical sequence in the film, where Dumbo and Timothy Q. Mouse experience a vivid and terrifying hallucination. After drinking the alcohol by accident, Dumbo, the flying elephant, blows a giant bubble from his trunk. It transforms into a pink elephant, then expels a second one from its trunk. This process repeats until there are four elephants. They start blowing their trunks like trumpets, and the trunks merge into a giant yellow trumpet, which then explodes, and dozens of pink elephants emerge from its remains.
The elephants, having served their purpose as hallucinations, transform into vehicles and start zooming around until they all collide, causing an explosion that propels them into the air. They fall and turn into clouds as the alcohol wears off and Dumbo recovers from his hallucination. The hangover is gone, and Dumbo is left with a sense of relief and resolution.
The link below takes you to the film.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wR8FL_2gwI
Look out! Look out!
Pink elephants on parade.
Here they come!
Hippity hoppity.
They're here and there.
Pink elephants everywhere!
Look out! Look out!
They're walking around the bed.
On their head!
Clippity cloppity.
Arrayed in braid.
Pink elephants on parade!
Jörgen Thornberg
Pink View - Rosa Utsikt, 2025
Digital
70 x 100 cm
3 200 kr
Pink View - Rosa Utsikt
“Pink elephants on the window,
Pink elephants on the sill,
An elephant on the sideboard,
Was kissing a whippoorwill!
I saw a monkey dancing with a purple clock
The cuckoo came out of the clock and said Meow,
Pink elephants on my trousers,
Pink elephants on my coat!
A polka dot boa constrictor,
Was shaving a billy goat!
A beetle lay beside me
And started to snore.
Oh, I never intend to
See those pink elephants anymore!
Mort Dixon and Harry Woods in the 1930s
Pink Elephants and Polka Dots
Pink is pink, and Black is black,
I don’t want my headache back.
Pink elephants arrived in a herd,
Pink elephants sat on the sill,
An elephant on the sideboard,
was kissing a whippoorwill!
I saw a monkey dancing with a purple clock.
The cuckoo came out of the clock and said Meow,
Pink elephants on my hip licking my sock,
One Pinkey even stole my spicy chow
A polka dot boa constrictor snake
Was shaving a checkered billy goat, so bore
A beaming beetle took a sudden break
Fell to the floor and started to snore.
Basta! Stop! Take a break! I never intend to
See those pink elephants anymore!
That’s the conclusion I drew.
Malmö, July 2025
A pink morning, the day after, on a branch at the beach.
It's a scene straight out of a whimsical tale, where reality and imagination dance together.
To see a Pinkey or not is the question. Have you ever seen pink elephants? In real life. They are hard to trap. First, you must be so drunk that you hallucinate, caused by delirium tremens or alcoholic hallucinosis or have a tremendous imagination. Secondly, you need to catch up with those pink bastards. They are quick and often dance out of reach, like Mohammad Ali in the ring. You probably won't catch them, but they will see you. There’s another possibility: telepathy. You connect with someone else’s mind. The person must be drunk, of course, or have a heavy hangover. If your camera has Wi-Fi, you can transfer one of the drinker’s elephants to your digital memory. It's a playful game of imagination and reality, with a dash of local folklore and a sprinkle of alcohol-induced whimsy.
Like me, this morning at the beach near Skanör harbour in the south of Sweden. I didn't see the whole scene in the viewfinder, but later, when I uploaded the shot to my computer, I saw it. What a scene! A poor Pinky perched on an old pine tree branch, watching the sunrise. The sky was a canvas of pastel pinks and oranges, the sea a shimmering mirror. I saw him last night at Badhytten, the nearby restaurant. He had a pinkish Punch mixed with ice and sliced lemons and oranges. A fresh bouquet of pink roses in a vase completed the scene. Strange, because as I remember, the poor fellow had just one drink. Or two. Maybe three. But he looked tired, not to say wretched, with a high face colour and skin wrinkled as if he had slept in it for weeks. For sceptics, I must tell you that I only had two glasses of red wine with yesterday’s pasta. The company was delightful; they were sober but entertaining. It could have been the camera—a modern DSLR with autofocus and other advanced features. Those devices don’t figure out things; they record them. That leaves us with a pink reality.
Pink elephants are heavy, too. But the old branch is sturdy. I have heard that you will feel the pain the following day, as these colourful animals have been jumping on your head. That explains the pain in Pinky’s head and his facial colour.
Mort Dixon and Harry Woods composed the opening verse, ‘Pink Elephants,’ following a joyful night in the 1930s.
Please continue reading to discover more about Pink Elephants and celebrations in Skanör.
Hunting pinkies in Skanör is a unique challenge. The town, unlike many others, lacks the typical large nightclubs or big bars often linked to tourism. Instead, the entire port transforms into a vibrant party, with everyone moving between the bars and soaking in the unique atmosphere and festivities. The noise pollution, a relic of the past when the area was a nightclub, has been significantly reduced. Today’s parties are a refined blend of tradition and modernity, a testament to the cosmopolitan nature of this area. Our celebrations in Skanör, with locals and tourists alike, are a truly unique and memorable experience.
Seeing pink elephants is a euphemism for hallucinations caused by heavy drinking and suffering from delirium tremens or alcoholic hallucinosis, both of which are dangerous conditions that threaten your life. The term dates back to at least the early 20th century, stemming from earlier idioms about seeing snakes and other creatures, such as Hydra, the sea monster once believed to dwell in ancient Skanör, among the dunes.
The Hydra, a serpentine water monster in Greek and Roman mythology, is a creature of danger. Its nine heads, filled with intense headaches, could throw a drinker into a dangerous hallucination. Slaying the nine-headed green lecherous reptile is even more difficult than catching pink elephants. Moreover, pinkies don’t eat humans, but a Hydra does. The story of how Hercules killed the Hydra is a cautionary tale. He missed one head, and the other grew back again. The monster still exists, hiding among the dunes until it gets hungry. Passing Flommen at the wrong time can be hazardous, but only between 2 and 3 in the morning. Luckily, the Hydra hates the sun.
Mort Dixon and Harry Woods’ 1932 silly song, featured at the top of this article, was composed as America’s Prohibition movement was coming to an end. It depicts the hallucinations often experienced by people who are overly intoxicated, indicating drunkenness.
‘'Pink Elephant’’ is a small Indian restaurant in Chalandri, Athens, which I have visited. They do not serve elephants on the menu, but a delicious Tandoori Roti is available. There is no such place in Skanör yet, but if you'd like to see pink elephants, try Badhytten. After midnight, your chances increase.
You know the expression about the elephant in the room—make it pink. It refers to something so obvious that no one can miss it, yet nobody wants to acknowledge or discuss it, assuming everyone has noticed it. This phrase is often used to describe a situation in which a problem or issue is being overlooked or ignored. Doing so would be politically incorrect, impolite, or offensive, like ‘Her body odour was the pink elephant in the room’. This expression is related to the concept of 'seeing pink elephants' as both refer to situations that are difficult to ignore, yet are often overlooked or not discussed openly.
The pink elephants in the Disney film ‘Dumbo’ became famous when the main character and his travelling companion, Timothy Q. Mouse, accidentally drank a barrel of alcohol and hallucinated pink elephants dancing on parade. The song 'Pink Elephants on Parade' is a surreal and nightmarish musical sequence in the film, where Dumbo and Timothy Q. Mouse experience a vivid and terrifying hallucination. After drinking the alcohol by accident, Dumbo, the flying elephant, blows a giant bubble from his trunk. It transforms into a pink elephant, then expels a second one from its trunk. This process repeats until there are four elephants. They start blowing their trunks like trumpets, and the trunks merge into a giant yellow trumpet, which then explodes, and dozens of pink elephants emerge from its remains.
The elephants, having served their purpose as hallucinations, transform into vehicles and start zooming around until they all collide, causing an explosion that propels them into the air. They fall and turn into clouds as the alcohol wears off and Dumbo recovers from his hallucination. The hangover is gone, and Dumbo is left with a sense of relief and resolution.
The link below takes you to the film.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wR8FL_2gwI
Look out! Look out!
Pink elephants on parade.
Here they come!
Hippity hoppity.
They're here and there.
Pink elephants everywhere!
Look out! Look out!
They're walking around the bed.
On their head!
Clippity cloppity.
Arrayed in braid.
Pink elephants on parade!
3 200 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