”The long Jan” and the hunting grounds of the Swedish kings

„One Year – One Island“ – week 10

I’m really behind with my diary for this project – by a few weeks, in fact. I ended my last report (week 9) with New Year’s greetings, although I painted the picture that is the subject of today before Christmas. And while I’m sitting here on my couch writing this report, a snowstorm is raging outside (it’s been going on for 24 hours now) and outside my husband is fighting his way through our yard with the snow blower. But now that it’s set to continue like this for another 2 days, the thaw has already been announced – then the snow masses will turn the intire island into a mud hole. Our sidebuildings will probably be flooded, that’s what happens when too much snow melts too quickly and the water can’t drain into the groundwater quickly enough.
We´ll see…

So only a few days before Christmas my project arrived at the southern tip of Öland. I thought for a long time about whether I should actually paint the lighthouse, it seemed such a touristy picture to me. I cycled around a bit and found an interesting motif – a limestone hut with a thatched roof being re-tiled. But I would have had to paint it against the sun to get the lighthouse in the background, and I wanted to have it in the picture somewhere. We have several very different looking lighthouses on the island, but „Långe Jan“ (that’s the name of it) is the most famous on Öland. Certainly also because of the ornithological station that is right next to it. Thousands of bird enthusiasts come here every year, lying in wait in droves – especially in spring and autumn – with their huge cameras to get the perfect photo of a rare migratory bird. When I was there, there were just three cars parked and only a few people dressed in camouflage clothes wandering around. The restaurant and the souvenir shop are closed for the winter and in the bird station there was only one light on in one window. I chose my location based on the wind and the sun: painting against the sun doesn’t make much sense and at the same time I could stand in one of the shelters to escape the wind. So I painted while sitting south of the lighthouse, with the open sea behind me. I leaned my bike against the white wall to show the proportions in the picture.

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