Not long after we bought our house I was given a print by John Bauer. It was Brother St Martin and the Three Trolls, a watercolour painted by Bauer in 1913 which shows the saint in a dark moss covered pine forest, his hand outstretched in greeting or warning to three squat forest trolls.
I love it for many reasons, not least because it captures just what our forest looks and feels like – that’s a dark, liminal space, where the trees stand watchful, the moss grows, water trickles and there’s a sense that just out of sight there are things that you cannot see – but which see you. It is totally silent. The print also reminds me of the illustrated fairytales I used to borrow from the library as a child; I’m pretty sure I must have seen many of Bauer’s artworks in those books without ever realising who he was or what significance he’d play later in my life.
Another reason I like it is that Bauer was a local artist. Born in Rogberga outside Jönköping in 1882 he grew up among the lakes and forests of Småland and died there 36 years later, drowned in a storm as he travelled across Lake Vättern. Anyone who has ever visited Jönköping knows that lake. I have bathed in it and driven right around it; its one of Jönköping’s most famous landmarks. Compared to our little lakes its more like a Scottish loch – the second largest lake in Sweden. I’m sure that when the wind comes up its a rough place to be but on a sunny day it is unbelievably beautiful.
I have hung the print in our hall. Reading about Bauer afterwards I was unsurprised to learn that like a lot of rural Swedes, much of his life had been spent outdoors, studying the wildlife and animals. His preliminary sketches were known for their tiny detail even though at first glance I’d say it is the mood of his paintings that arrests you most rather than his accuracy. Although he travelled a lot as a young man he often longed for the Småland landscapes he grew up in and liked the idea of living among the forests. Years after his death, Bauer’s friend Ove Eklund said Bauer would mumble about on their walks, taking in every detail of the mushrooms and plants he found. He described the creatures he saw – the trolls and magical beings that featured in his artworks – and it was Eklund’s belief that this wasn’t just his imagination, he was certain Bauer really believed these things existed.
Bauer studied at Stockholm’s Royal Academy of Art and had an early fascination with the folk tales and stories he grew up with. His art has a distinct Art Nouveau style and his figures often have a mythic appearance, with great attention paid to their clothes and armour – details he based on artefacts he had studied in museums. In 1904 he was commissioned to make a study of the Sami (then referred to as Lapp) people in Swedish Lapland and his portraits of traditional dress are beautiful but also important records of the lifestyle and dress of the Sami at the turn of the 20th Century. Many of the details he recorded were also later worked in to the clothes worn by his woodland trolls.
In 1906 he married Esther Ellqvist, who he had met when she was also a student at the royal academy and two years later, funded by his father, a businessman, the couple moved to Italy for a year. Bauer was hugely influenced by the style and techniques of the medieval artists whose work and frescos he found there but his trip turned sour in Rome when a murder was committed near their home and he was briefly under suspicion. The outrage prompted them to return home to Sweden and cast a shadow over what had been until then an idyllic adventure.
There is a luminous quality about Bauer’s art that makes it perfect for fairy tales. He is masterful in his use of light and shade and the contrast between his beautiful figures and the mishappen, awkward trolls, with all their intricate detail makes his paintings the sort of thing that is best pored over close up, in the pages of a book. His most famous work was for Bland tomtar och Troll (Among Gnomes and Trolls), a collection of fary tales written by Swedish authors, that was published in 1907 and has eight volumes. He also illustrated the beautiful Princess Tuvstarr and the Fishpond.
Esther was frequently asked to model for her husband and it was likely a source of conflict that she was expected to give up her artistic ambitions to be the homemaker and the muse to his art. Bauer loved the countryside and the wildness of rural life; she was used to the city life of Stockholm and had concerns that her husband wasn’t always able to support her and a family. Never hugely successful professionally, he frequently borrowed money from his parents and by 1918, when he had given up his lucrative illustration work, and his marriage was in trouble, it was his father’s offer to build the couple a new house in Stockholm that prompted their fateful return to Småland via Lake Vättern.
If you have a basic knowledge of Swedish you’ll know that vatten is the word for water. So many people, on first encountering the lake, are confused – is it translated as Lake Water then? There seems to be no real consensus but interestingly some linguists believe the name takes its meaning from an old word for forest or water spirits – vätter. Perhaps it was those old nature spirits who inadvertantly played a part if the tragedy of the Bauer famil’s death. On returning to Jönköping, Bauer, Esther and their three-year-old son Bengt, decided that a recent train crash, in which many lives were lost, was enough to put them off rail travel. Instead Bauer booked them spaces on the steamer SS Per Brau. On November 19, 1918 the steamer left the nearby town of Gränna filled with a heavy load of ploughshares, iron stoves and sewing machines. When the hold was filled the rest of the cargo was left unsecured on deck, leaving the ship top heavy. By the time the steamer was out at sea a storm was raging and argo began to slide overboard, making the craft tilt dangerously. It capsized just 500 metres from the next port killing all 24 people on board.
It was four years before the ship was recovered for salvage and its recovery was a public spectacle. Parts of the cargo were sold off as souveniers and the ship itself toured the country as an attraction. At the time, much was made of the idea that the mythical nature spirits Bauer drew so well had reclaimed him for themselves. A fanciful idea maybe but one that he might have approved of. Certainly it is to him that I and many others look when we want to see real and imaginary landscapes that best capture the odd, unearthly and wild side of Sweden. For many of us the folklore and magic he created with his art lives on today.