where's from your photo icon? im rlly curious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Once upon a time (well, not that long ago, he died in 2015) there was a Danish painter named Otto Frello. He got started doing illustrations for the sort of handbooks that you used to find all over the place, vivid and realistic and accurate drawings of things.
And then he started painting. He was never really - he never quite gets to be high art, but his paintings are gorgeous. And huge. They are - the style is realistic, even old-fashioned, but the subject matter? Some of them are fairly straight-up surrealism, others are more - I'm not sure 80s Denmark's art scene had proper fantasy art, but really, that's what it is.
And my icon? Is a teeny tiny bit of one of his most famous paintings, Københavnerbillede. Copenhagen Picture.
This picture does not do it justice. The larger picture does not do it justice. Nor does the fairly large reproduction poster hanging on my wall. If you ever find yourself in the South-West corner of Denmark, go visit Varde and see it at the museum. It's big and it's full of details, ghosts layered upon ghosts (even the houses have overlapping ghosts!), past present and future all mixed up.
I just, I adore his paintings. Sofastykke, of a family picnicing next to strange ruins while pterodactyls and birds whirl through the air and a curious sea serpent swims closer.
Kongens Nytorv, where the Copenhagen statues have gathered for drinks while Nyhavn has turned to fine Royal Copenhagen porcelain in the background.
To kvinder, Two women, just sitting there and enjoying a nice chat.
Det sidste menneske, The Last Human Being, looking out at you, leaning against the frame and smiling gently as if extinction is not that bad and the post-apocalypse looks fertile behind her.
And so many more. Most of his paintings until about 2005 is on this site, but he did more after. Also, they don't do the many paintings with 3D effects justice.
Like this, Domhuset - The Court:
all those people/statues on the right? That's a relief rising from the painting.
He was probably never super-productive, but he lived until a ripe old age. (Also, they found a whole painting stashed away after he died. Who does that?
This painting, Frokost i det grønne - Lunch in the Green:
Just stashed behind a wall.)
I am eternally sad that, when he died, his home in Copenhagen was not preserved as a museum.