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Welcome to my Blog
My name is Pia Ranslet. I am a painter and sculptor.
I would like to show my Art here and at the same time make contact to people who bought pictures from me during all the years I exhibited.
It is my hope that the owners will send
photographs of the paintings they purchased, so I can get all of
the works categorized.
Some of the pictures which I upload here are for sale. I also paint portraits on commission.
Please contact for further information if You are interested.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

A new Exhibition is on it's way.



The summer is almost gone
Schools have started again
The fields are getting  yellow, some are harvested and sunsets are amazing.
My brother Paul and I worked hard and we are now ready to build up our exhibition.
It will open the 15th of August in Grønbechs Gaard in Hasle on Bornholm.
There will be  6 other exiting exhibitions at the same time.
 We do not send any Invitation cards this time.
Instead any person  who wish to visit, is  most heartfelt welcome.

After the Exhibition is opened photos of my and Paul's artworks will be
published in this blog , this way  interested people from all over the globe  can
see our latest works and have  a  chance to buy if they so wish.

Paul Ranslet og Pia Ranslet







Fernisering af syv udstillinger lørdag den 15. august på Grønbechs Gård fra 16-18.




Keramik & Grafik af Nao Oshima & Yumeno Goma.
Keramik af Nye fra ACAB.
Keramik af Pernille Stougaard
Skulptur og maleri af Pia & Paul Ranslet
Tekstil af Bente Hammer
Graffiti fra Svartingedal Skolen.
Glas og Keramik fra Det Kongelige Danske Kunstakademi.
Alle er velkomne. Introduktion af udstillingerne kl.16. Herefter en forfriskende drink.
Venlig hilsen Bornholms Center for Kunsthåndværk & Design. Grønbechs Gård. Grønbechs Gård 4. 3790 Hasle.
Centerleder Mai Therese Ørsted Andersen MFA.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Hurrah 60 years of marriage




 Arne and Tulla Ranslet


Dear parents who celebrate their 60 years wedding day today the 2 of August 2015.
True to the Danish tradition they were woken up early this morning 
with  strong ringing on the front doors bell. Outside waited the family with 
singing and flags. The parents were captured on the bed so to say,
standing in their pyjamas under the the portal of Honor.

Tulla and Arne Ranslet celebrate 60 years of marriage  today the 2 of august 2015

To those who want to congratulate 
please send an  Email to
ranslet@gmail.com

My parents meat each other in 1951 on the Academy of Art in Copenhagen.
My father Arne Ranslet had been emploid as leader of the new ceramic workshop
 on the Academy in Copenhagen.
Tulla, my mother who had studied on Isaak Grünewalds Shool in Stiochholm and later on The Academy of Art in Oslo
just came home from 1,5 years on Art Student league  in New York and the Art Institute in Chicago.
She had  passed Copenhagen Academy on her way to Ferdinand Leger's Art school in Paris ,'
where she had been accepted as student.
She traveled with another Norwegian artist,
 who wanted to meet a friend at Copenhagen's Academy before they should continued on their trip.
It took longer time than planned and my mother enrolled as a student
on the graphics and painting section


Tulla Blomberg Ranslet

One day she saw a beautiful on Illums Bolighus in Copenhagen
,but it was very expensive  so she thought .I can make a similar one by my self!
She went down to to the Ceramic workshop in the basement of the Academy and meat Arne
who taught the studnets how to make pottery.
It became a deep friendship that turned into the love and respect of
a 64 year long partnership.



Tulla and Arne Ranslet
On their way to the Queens Royal Ship
Invited by the Danish Court


They moved after their ended studies to the island Bornholm in 1954
together with other artists friends from
the Academy.The houses were cheaper on  Bornholm
and the Island produced an excellent stoneware clay.
Their first workshop was opened in Teglkaas,
a little fisherman village on the north side of the island
between Hasle and Allinge. 
Arne build rebuild the house they bought and made his own big ceramic kilns.
 Their workshop soon was known in Scandinavia ,
 in northern Europe and the fame went on to Italy and America.
I remember as a child how many people we always were around the table.
It was very seldom that only the family dined alone .
My parents took practitioners from the rest of Denmark Norway, Sweden and Italy
 even from Japan, who lived learned and worked with my parents. 
And the house was always full of  foreign Journalists, Writers, Musicians,
 Architects and other Artists who also came visiting.
There were always an inspiring life in  our home with
Music, Filming, discussions and big parties.
The languages mixed and we kids grew up with Danish Dutch German Italian Spanish, Norwegian,Swedish, English words sounding from every room.
It was a very progressive workshop everyone learned from my father to experiment
 and every material was used and tried out .
In the summer time when the Island had many concerts the musicians staid with us.
The grand piano was used ,Violins ,Harps, Bass and Cellos
were put up instead of Chairs and Tables.



Photographer Carl Meier. Arne Ranslet at work

Arne Ranslet  was honored with a first price for his glazes in Faenza .
His bold and expressionistic Ceramics were unseen .
Danish Ceramics had a tradition of being very tidy and traditional and here Arne made fun of everything . Didn't care if things were beautiful or symmetrical or even straight.
He added humor and was brave, didn't give a damn about tradition!
And this gave the art interested audience
 for the first time in all their years of serious collecting, some fun.
They could laugh from his sculptures and impossible pots.
They made you look an extra time and they gave good mood .
If you look at the animal underneath born with such an impossible figure,
there is something enormously funny and tragic about it!

Arne Ranslet
Animal

The collectors  traveled from fare to have the first choice when the
big kilns were opened. It had to be opened slowly, the glazes were singing when they cooled.
 The collectors stood on their toes and
pointed  eagerly on bowls  and sculptures, they could see trough the tiny opening.
They literally fought over his ceramic.
 "I saw it first", was the sentence mostly heard in the Workshop.

The things were turned and admired, still so hot that they had to be handled
with my mothers thick baking gloves.
It went so quickly, my parents didn't even have time,
 to take photos of all the funny,  ugly or beautiful things,
 before they were on their way to collections all over Europe and America.


Carl Meier's photo of Arne Ranslet
Emptying the now cooled oven with the few things,
 that were left after a day with many clients.



 On top of the kiln sits tiny figures of  men and women.
This were the "Kiln Gods". My father never forgot to make a pair
they were the last things he  put into the Kiln before it was closed for burning.
This tradition my father had picked up from China.
A burning could go so very wrong ,therefor the little couple inside would protect and give good luck !
We always discuss in the family,  there must have been thousands of those small Oven Gods,
what happened to them?
Oh they are still here my father insures. And they still give good luck.

I have tried to find some of my fathers beautiful old things
,but they are never put out fore sale.
Even 50-60 years after they were produced,
 they still have so much power that people admire and love them.
It was a very a busy time with exhibitions on Museums in Sweden, Germany and Norway.


Arne Ranslet
Big bowl in Stoneware


Arne Ranslet This bowl has the Oxblood glaze, that my father after much experiments manage to create.
This glaze was known in China but the secret was kept for hundreds of years!





Arne Ranslet
Porcelain Oxblood glazed  vase.



Arne Ranslet
Porcelain bowl with oxblood glaze.

My father had studied chemistry in his younger years,
 in order to better understand the materials he was working with.
And how different minerals reacted with each other at higher temperatures,
 than normally was used for Ceramics.
He used the blue stoneware clay from Bornholm,
and mixed it with Chamotte (crossed burned Clay).
This made the clay stronger and he could make very big things.
He then burned his stone-goods at 1400 Degrees Celsius.
 He reinvented the Chinese secret glaze called Oxblood.
And as the only artist in Europe started working with porcelain ,
something that was only used by ceramic factories ,
 where they cast their pots in fluent porcelain clay.
Arne Ranslet experimented with glazes made from  the local Granite
and other stones which he crossed into dust in his "Kuglemølle".
A huge grinder he designed to make glazes in.
We children were sent down to the coast in order to find round Flintstones
 which were the best grinding stones.

In the early 50ties my mother
Tulla Blomberg Ranslet made graphic prints and painted big portraits of neighbors
in a beautiful harmony of broken colors ,
very similar to the English artist group of Camden.


Tulla (Bella) Blomberg Ranslet
The Patience




Tulla Blomberg Ranslet
Self portrait with the children Pia and Paul
She also made ceramics and made porcelain jewelry.
In the early 60 ties my mother took up weaving and made beautiful textiles ,
that she used  as separating room dividers
between their exhibited Ceramics on the Museums in Sweden where the  couple exhibited.




Tulla Blomberg Ranslet
Textile in tared yarn.



The beautiful textiles made from  Hamp ,Flax and tared yarns with interesting textures and patterns ,the different materials made a wonderful smell in the room!
She hanged  them from the ceiling  and broke
the rooms heavy proportion into several more harmonious angels and rooms.
The Textiles were woven very spaciously ,
their transparency split the view up in many layers .
This way the smaller things also could be enjoyed
and would not disappear in those huge airy dimensions.
Her early textile production  started  the
Room Art that later on, was copied by lots of weavers and other artists.
Who now hanged their paintings and textiles down from the roof and not only on the walls!
 Few of her textiles still exist.



My parents were contacted by the Swedish photographer Carl Meier. With whom they started to exhibit. His huge black photostats of  my parents gave broad sided views into their Art and life.


In the early 60 ties my mother Tulla started making her big wall decorations.She called it Reliefs
In  the beginning they only had the different burned clay colors. But with the time she added mat
glazes and the Wall decoration which no other artist had made similar , drew much attention.
There came a big demand and she worked hard to fill the requests from schools museums factories and even churches. Even with a full time job as Art teacher on the Islands Folk University, she managed a huge household with never less than 10-12 mouths to feed ,
her 3 children's upbringing and a very active artistic career.
 It was always in the  late evenings she sat up and modeled her huge reliefs!
To me, back then, it seemed like she never slept!
When she eventually went to bed it was always with a book.
My mother reads one whole book every day and has done it all her life.


Tulla Blomberg Ranslet
The garden of Eden

A theme that she would variate in several ways during the next 20 years
In the late  1980 ties Tulla started painting again.
Huge pictures of  our pets and animals, of the neighbor farmers and fishermen
Arne and Tulla   had bought the big farm Bukkegard a bit further towards the north.
And there was space enough for 3  bigger workshop.
Also Arne who had worked in a more sculptural way  went up in size.
He too make wall decoration of  huge insects and fish ,or of
the Sea anemone or Octopuses.

He made many variations over the theme of Jonas in the whale.
The biggest which weight several tons,  is shown underneath.


Arne Ranslet
Jonas i Hvalfisken
 Arne Ranslet found that the clay was not so practical for outdoor temperatures.
Therefor he made up his mind from now on, he would made his sculptures in bronze.
And of cause he wanted to do it by himself.
After a brief course on the Academy of Art in Copenhagen, he set up his own Bronze workshop.
And already short time after did he manage the new discipline.
From then on he stopped the pottery production.
His huge sculptures are today found on many German and Danish squares.


Arne Ranslet  The golden goose
Winsen Germany
 

The Economic situation became better  Tulla and Arne could now materialize their
50 year old dream of living in the south of Europe.
During my childhood we traveled many times to Italy,
but it was in Spain they finally settled.
Up in the mountains next to the small town of Guadalest
between Alicante and Valencia they found
a perfect piece of land  with 240 degrees view.
Here they constructed their house with two huge workshops
and  a big swimming-pool between them.
It became very progressive years of working  and exhibiting.
The warm temperature did them good.


Tulla Blomberg Ranslet
The Kidnapping
  

Tulla painted again,  this time huge paintings several meters broad.
Both made sculptures and they both started working with ceramics again.



Tulla Blomberg Ranslet
The long March





Tulla Blomberg Ranslet
The red horses
The red horses were painted after the terrible accident
with medical pollution in Seveso 1976,

All our animals  had been such a big part of our life on Bornholm
 They were painted and modeled and missed by the whole family.



Tulla Blomberg Ranslet




Their latest idea became a book and it was translated into many languages.





The 3 children with spouses and their 8 grandchildren 
now spread in 3 corners of the world, fly in for holiday.
Between Almond- and Olive trees the Ranslet couple grow their Bornholm's potatoes with dill 
next to Grapes, Passion fruits, Oranges and Nisperos. 
Grilling is no problem all the year around. 
And the newly washed clothes dries
 within 20 minutes  in the warm mountain air- 
A dip in the pool to start the day is a must for the progressive artist couple.
I and my siblings Paul and Charlotte and our spouses and kids wish 
Arne and Tulla  Ranslet a long life, good health and
look forward to see what they will create next.




Thursday, October 2, 2014

Summer 2014



Summers almost gone
The fields  lie plowed in darkened brown purple.




Pia Ranslet
Plowed field
Oil on Paper


 I painted much this summer. 
Had to concentrate on Landscapes but the heart wanted to continue with 
the 14 portraits, that I have worked on for 2 years now. 
Some still need much work to get right.



 I make some quick self portraits in between so I wont loose the touch.








Pia Ranslet
Me  



 I try to find something new in the landscape, 
some angle that I never painted before.
The Harvest perhaps?

I sit out when  the blue night fall and paint the big machines that hurry to bring the 
harvest in house before the rains will start.
The air is thick........ it's just before the rains brake.
There is a vague smell of diesel in the air.
The evening is not quit tonight!

The sky is so heavy blue as if  the whole sea entered it
hanging over us and threatening to burst.
The harvester make so much dust, I never noticed the amount of dust before.
Opaque grey yellow in the day time  and  bluish grey in the night,
 the light is caught and reflected  in every grain,
It looks like a ghost .


Pia Ranslet
Hurry, rain will fall.
Acrylics on Canvas 2014







Pia Ranslet
The pink glow in the Foxtail grass 








Pia Ranslet
Moonlight








Pia Ranslet
Summers pastels

I love the period when the wheat is bluish. 
The meadows are full of foxtail grass 
and rust red-pink acid grows high above.



Pia Ranslet
Deer in my garden


Had to put up a wire, so they don't eat my rosebuds!




Pia Ranslet
Deer nest









Pia Ranslet
Blessings of an Apple tree









Pia Ranslet
Land shifts in layers

It came out pale in the Internet. The colors are much more strong .
And shadows are purple not blue on my picture! 
I guess my camera is compensating for the missing light, when it's raining outside.
Have seen before that the camera can't reproduce the real color harmony
Specially purples and reds are wrong!





Pia Ranslet
Evening glow over Vang


When it rains I drink much tea!
Weeks of rain now, seas of tea inside 
me.





Pia Ranslet
Sipping tea...... it's still raining

Thinking of my grandmothers teacups!
They were black and pale blue- almost turquoise inside.





Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Sketches for a painting that I never painted.






Pia Ranslet
Sketch of  a  dying  friend .
Pencil on paper


Have so many really old sketches to pictures,
 I thought of making, but put aside again and forgot about.
Either they got too pathetic or really idiotic or too nostalgic .
 Here I got more interested in drawing the cloth than making a  good portrait.



Pia Ranslet
Study for painting of dying friend
Pencil on paper

Tried a new version from the other side.



Pia Ranslet
Sketch to
"Death of friend"
Watercolor




Pia Ranslet
Sketch to "Death of a friend"
Watercolor





Pia Ranslet
Sketch to "Death of a friend"
Then it got really ridiculous 
when it looked like he was making some kind of Egyptian dance!

I dismissed the idea of making that picture at all.




Pia Ranslet
Drawing pencil on paper with a few highlight in chalk

Tried one more time making him sit instead ,
but the scull got too small without the jawbone
And after a few more attempts  I put it all in a drawer
where it has been lying for 30 years.  


Thursday, May 8, 2014

Houses around the World




Hi 
Long time has gone since I last posted anything. 
 I have been busy painting and not looking out for my two blogs.



I dug up under the groundwall.
Lots to repair  So the rats can't get into the house.
Had to drive 3 times to get Sand and Cement.



The last time in my families summer house was used mostly for repairs ,
gardening and visits. Not painting as much as I had planned.
The garden looked like a jungle .
If the grass is not cut every week, it can grow up to 1,30 m when left alone.
 Then the cutter can't deal with it. My oldest son helped with the lane this year.
 I  had a problem with "murder snails".
Tried soap, cutting them with a scissor , trowing boiling water on them,
but nothing helped, new kept sliding their way in.
They ate my roses and crawled in through the open windows!
The dead snails attract the living, who eat them and everything else they find.
So leaving the dead snails on the lane just invited more.
I therefor collected the living ones in a bucket and threw boiling water or salt on .
And carried the bucket with it's stinking content into the woods.
Next day there was again around 40 new snails per square meter.
Every day for two months I spend one hour morning and evening removing snails.
A whole bucket a day! A Sisyfos work !
But the ones who are clever say it the only way to fight them!

Maria Björklund my dearest friend came over.
We spend the time good.
Painting ,sewing ,reading, discussing, watching movies
Cooking Turkish and Persian food.........
Discussing our next big painting project  and
repairing our Ottoman  costumes




Pia Ranslet
Maria sewing wearing a Bedouin dress
Acrylics on canvas
Sketch

Maria is a great inspiration.
Her garden in the South of Sweden is Paradise itself. 
Like a wild English garden with thousands of roses in all colors.
Maria has always been extremely generous
and of cause she dug up half her Rose garden and brought it to me.
 I hope the deer family in my garden and the winter won't finish them !


One of the daily visitors
Taken before the lane was cut with the Clipper.


Thought I'll show some of my old pictures and sketches with houses on.
The farm Bukkegaard where I lived as a teenager
 was from 1500 or 1600 according to old maps.
 We only found prof o f later times on a wooden balk in the house
that had the year 1730 cut into it.
The farm was very beautiful and kept perfect  by my parents.
Every year in the spring  it was painted!
White chalk for the walls and black tar for the ground wall
and some thin black varnish for the cross wood.
We grew a big kitchen garden with Strawberries
Currants and lots of vegetables!
And we kept one field for our horses.
The rest of the fields were rented to a neighbor Farmer.
My parents both artists had each  huge workshops
and used one barn  for exhibition of our Artworks.



I used to sit up on the tallest chimney on my father's workshop and paint the landscape
that spread out underneath towards the sea.
But I also painted our farm.





Pia Ranslet
Bukkegaard
Oil on Canvas

Too lazy to finish painting the roof tiles.




Pia Ranslet
The passage on Bukkegaard
Watercolors on paper






Pia Ranslet
Bukkegaard in spring
Watercolor on Paper







Pia Ranslet
The Passage
Sunset on Bukkegaard
Oil on Canvas








Pia Ranslet
Bukkegard in Autumn
Drawing





Pia Ranslet
The passage on Bukkegaard
Watercolor on Paper







Pia Ranslet
Bukkegaard  with the Passage in the summer
Watercolor on Paper





Pia Ranslet
Bukkegaard trough the Port opening
Watercolor on handmade paper









Pia Ranslet
Farms after the rain.
Acrylics on Canvas







Pia Ranslet
Aakirkeby in the summertime
Oil on Canvas



And then to Kashmir in India


Pia Ranslet
The green balcony in Srinagar
Watercolor on Paper
And another picture in same direction painted from the balcony of my hotel
The mechanic workshop was owned by Sikhs.
They were so kind and smiling.



Pia Ranslet
Mechanic workshop in Srinagar India
Watercolor on Paper


Then a trip to Nepal
Where I and my travel companion Bjarne were invited
by the chief Budhist Katmandu  to stay
on a very remote Monastery Kagang close to the border of Tibet.
It took 6 days walking to get up there in 4000 meters height.


Pia Ranslet
The Bakang Monastery in Nepal
Watercolor on paper







Pia Ranslet
The Bakang Monastery
Watercolor on paper




Back to India




Pia Ranslet
Laundry in Rajasthan
Watercolor on Paper


And then to Jerusalem.





Pia Ranslet
The Latrun Monastery
Watercolor on Paper



Latrun is a beautiful Monastery  lying in the Hills on the way to Jerusalem.
I spent some time painting there.
It's a monastery for Trappist Monks ,we also have a monastery on Bornholm.



And from one of many trips to Florence in Italy.



Pia Ranslet
Ponte Vechio Firenze
Pencil on paper




Pia Ranslet
San Miniato
Firenze
Watercolor on Paper

This beautiful Church I visited many times.I could sit alone in peace on the graveyard and paint .
It had the most marvelous view of Florence.
And was only a short walk from the Villa Belvedere ,
that back then had very nice sculptures exhibited..