Evert Lindfors
Evert Lindfors
Evert Lindfors

Evert Lindfors

Born in 1927 in Visby, Sweden, died in 2017 in the Luberon, France.

Evert was a painter and sculptor; also a friend of Edlef, Marco's father. He lived between Sweden and the Luberon since the mid-50s when the region was still sparsely populated and agriculturally based.

In his paintings he depicted local scenes as he saw them, bastardizing fine art oil paint with house paint, natural pigments, sand and the like. His paintings are magnetic and sincere. 

The colors are layered; quite faded due to the artist adding natural pigments and sand, etc into the oil paint. Evert essentially abuses the material while he uses it. It's a respect for color and a complete disrespect for the oil paint itself. As I think of Evert as firstly a sculptor, molding his forms, I imagine in his paintings he has molded the paint into something which meets 2D and 3D.

For most of his life, Evert was predominantly working as a sculptor, leaving painting largely behind midway through his career. In the heads shown here, which he sculpted from the 90s until the late 2000s, I see the local people from the area, the ones that make up our village, the region, the nation, that make up the world. For years Evert created them in his studio in Lacoste, going into the villages, into the fields, the barns, the garages. People would pose or he would simply watch and capture them on site or later. Souls being grabbed in the kindest of ways.  The more I look, the more I hear. The more I watch, the more I understand.

In his sculptures materials are consistent, mixed, all very simple, clay dug by hand, discarded brick or wood or stone. Painted with the colors found in the local ground or the lime paint for the walls of the house. He dug the clay locally or found it in the Camargue, taken from two wild worlds. The material made it into his hands, as he said, “a gift from the earth.” The work is not about calculation, it is pure, from the heart, from the gut, inside.