Main organizer of Via Firenze Sweden, this Dutch born artist combines organizational skills with a personal repertoire of incredible imagination. In this visual portal of the mind he attempts to “express the backgrounds of hidden and implausible thoughts”

Groenewold teases the intellect with his special brand of imagery. His forms, no matter how thought provoking, never fail to register as a unique and singular voice. In his work the mind’s perception and how it reacts is a part of the work’s inner strength.

I am Sietze Groenewold, born in 1948 on Curaçao, one of the islands of the Netherlands Antilles. I live and work in Särna – Dalarna in Central Sweden. After my studies in Social Anthropology, I worked for a year on an anthropological project in Sweden. After that I returned to my former job photography that I performed for almost 20 years. For about 25 years I have been making drawings en photos. I got my training on “the Fotovakschool” and “het Grafisch Lyceum” in Amsterdam. The last years I have focused more and more on drawing, which became priority number 1 for me. No colourful decorative pictures, no refined wallpaper, but penetrating, surrealistic, almost absurdist black & white images, in which I wanted to express the backgrounds of hidden and implausible thoughts. “….Because the human soul is inclined towards the implausible, doubting the plausible.” (Halldór Laxness,”Själfstætt fólk")

Drawing means recording, leaving behind an imprint of thoughts. A deeper wish to resist the transience of moments and long-gone ideas passing into oblivion……..

I find my inspiration in music, in books and places. Sometimes the places are in books or the books are descriptions of places to visit. There is always the need of balance. The left must in balance with the right. As in society the left must be as good as the right. Not neutral because there has to be a choice. One side is not better then the other. There is cohesion between the two and interaction.

There is a challenge to make a picture as in a photograph. A thousand lines form one picture. Millions of dots form one image. To make an image, thoughts would not be forgotten. One picture, not to fall into oblivion.

“Before the gates of oblivion”

“He sighed deeply; in the clear light of the rising sun, no longer surrounded by the golden halo of illusion, he saw the images of his bygone live, he saw what had been and what could have been”. (ASC Wallis. “Vorstengunst”; dl.3, 11, Haarlem 1883)

“Before the gates of oblivion………Never!”