Carl Larsson 1912
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Larsson, Carl (1853-1919) - 1910c. School Girl in an Interior (Brooklyn Museum, New York City)
Watercolor; 50.8 x 71.8 cm. Carl Olaf Larsson was born on May, 28th 1853 at Stockholm. His parents were farmers at Gamla Stan, he had an unhappy infancy because his family was poor. After a school for poor people he lived in Paris and worked as an illustrator for books or newspapers. In 1882 in a community of artist at Grez sur Loing he met his model and wife, a swedish painter, Karin Bergöö. He became a Professor of "Beau arts" school on 1889 at Gôteborg. He was a very indepedent painter…
Carl Larsson (1853 – 1919, Swedish)
(Part IV) LillAnna Is Playing Mozart Book For Three The Corner Study Raking Esbjorn On Skis Esbjorn And Grandpa Ingrid E. Red Coat Lisbeth Ingrid W. Evening Meal The Future Diva Lisbeth in her Sund…
Carl and Karin Larsson's Lilla Hyttnäs
For years I had been inspired by the home of Carl and Karin Larsson. I had collected books and images about the house and I even had a friend who designed their home based on the Larsson home. One rainy...
More Carl Larrson Home Interiors - The Decorologist
About 5 days after writing up the post about the home of Carl and Karin Larrson, I ran across some photos I had torn out of a Victoria magazine about Lylla Hyttnas. It figures I’d find these after I shared my post with you! Although images of Carl’s paintings of his home can be found fairly easily, [...]
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...it's always tea-time...
This morning I noticed that the copper cauldron where we keep the wood was almost empty, so I had to fill it up. I figured I could as well fetch the tires as I was using the wheelbarrow. They are kept in my father's little workshop, which is standing as he left it two years ago — going there is a bit overwhelming as so many memories are falling over me. I should have brought the table in weeks ago but it is so heavy that I have been putting it off. Today I got it done! And finally the wood.