There is a quote in the famous novel On the Road (1957) that goes:
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
This jazz-like spontaneity of Jack Kerouac’s prose is something of a guiding principle to Jonas Fisch, a Los Angeles-based artist who was born in a small fisherman’s village in southern Sweden and took up the creative path at a young age under the influence of his renowned artist grandmother Ann-Marie Sjögren. Jonas’s paintings are vibrant and energetic. They could be expressions of personal emotions or explorations of old myths or commentaries on contemporary societies…
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