Swedish drawings too sensitive — for Sweden

“Five Swedish cartoonists take a sharp and disturbing look at the climate issue.” That’s the subheading for our (the Swedish Institute’s) mini-exhibition Facing the Climate, showing the work of a few talented illustrators. As it turns out, these drawings were considered so disturbing that the exhibition was stopped — in Sweden!

Sure, the drawings are meant to make a statement, to potentially cause a stir, but I wouldn’t have expected them to be censored here on home turf.

Apparently, there is a lot of sensitivity in the climate issue. And clearly, a pen can cause a real stir.

Have a look at the images below, and judge for yourself. I think they provide a very subtle comment on the not so sustainable society of today (sometimes so subtle that you have to turn the image upside down to get the full picture).

/Emma


Drawings by Riber Hansson, left, and Love Antell, right.


Drawings by Magnus Bard, left, and Helena Lindholm, right.


Drawing by Karin Sunvisson.

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    Aww, fjädersaft! That is too cute! Your gin drink sounds really good too. Maybe I will give it a try tonight… hooray for Friday!

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