Tor Rafael Raael

Tor Rafael Raael (b. 1963) lives in the small town Sande in south-eastern Norway. Tor is largely self-taught.
In the last few years he has developed a technique combining traditional oil painting and digital manipulation. Also, he can lift 200 kilos off the ground.

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Here is a selection of Tor's paintings, click to see large versions in a new window.

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The Road Home 02 Winter Night Absurd dialogue 01
Mask mirror Gode råd 01
Dream Journey Flower Angel Dialogue 03
Hypnotic meeting Round Landscape 02 Small bird released
Poison mushroom
The Journey starts Toilet Penguins Tree buildings
Nattflygere Fugl over by
Landskapsmaler Barnet psykler 02 Vanskelige valg
Marihøneøya Dialog 02 Badekarpingviner 02
Kveldsflygere
Fuglefjellet
Familie Dype samtaler
Utskudd Søvngjenger
Velsignet hus Oppvekst
Skyggevokter
Tynt landskap 01
Stramme strenger Stor kriger Kjærlighetsbåten
Ensom forestilling






Tor's art ebook

iPad/iPhone: Tor's ebook "When I Was Little I Built Tree Huts"
(120 pages, new edition with sound, where people from around the world interpret his texts) Read more about the book in epub and other versions here.

Motives can be bought as giclee-prints at the Norwegian Fineart.no net auction

You can follow Tor on facebook.

Contact: h@spredet.no

THE ROAD HOME 02
Turbulence! Why? What are we looking for?
Where are we going? We are moving.
Never a quiet day. Is this my landscape? Are these my colors?
It does not matter much. You are always on the way home.

MASK MIRROR
We stand before the mirror with our own ego. Trying to see ourselves.
Looking for strength, but also mistakes and shortcomings.
Many have found it to be no use, for it is
only our own mask that looks back at us from the mirror.

WINTER NIGHT
Life turns quickly.
We think everyone can see our winter night,
but outside there is sun and warmth.
The big bird does not see everything.
We have to live through our own winter night.

ABSURD DIALOGUE
Two creatures from separate worlds.
Two languages, two bodies.
When I see it is an absurd dialogue
but the fruits are sweet and new.
No one knows.

GOOD ADVICE 02
When two beings meet and exchange experiences
it is difficult to see who is the teacher and who is the student.
A small comment from an even smaller being
may prove to have tremendous value.

DREAM JOURNEY
The helmet is on.
I sit safely in my vehicle.
Wheels safely on the ground.
Steering wheel between hands.
I am ready for the night's journey.

FLOWER ANGEL
A virgin soul.
So clean and new.
Hovers over the flowers in the blue forest.
You are a flower angel.

DIALOGUE 03
You are small. I am big.
You live in the air. I am on the ground.
You eat nectar. I am a carnivore.
We are happy together because we are different. Not because we are the same.

HYPNOTIC MEETING
You seem small and irrelevant.
The meeting is surprising, suddenly you are right in front of me.
I suddenly stop,
it becomes a hypnotic meeting.

ROUND LANDSCAPE 03
The house can not choose. It must stand in its place.
Always surrounded by the familiar landscape. Birth and death.
The cruel tongue of fire, but also the angels' wings.
Such is life in the round landscape.

SMALL BIRD RELEASED
You have lived with me for a long time.
The borders between us have become unclear.
For you to be yourself
I must dare to release you.

POISON MUSHROOM
We see you.
On the other side of the fence.
You are free now, out there on your own.
Free to eat poisonous mushrooms.

THE JOURNEY STARTS
Be brave. Build your boat on a mountain top. Look down at the city.
And when the moment comes, set sail and leave everyday life behind.
The adventure never starts if you don't build your boat
on your mountain top.

TOILET PENGUINS
We have found our paradise.
Here we take baths and watch the sunset together.
It may not be polar environment
but it is good enough.
Also, we have peace and quiet,
no one envies us our little pond.

TREE BUILDINGS
When I was small I built tree huts in trees.
My own small world. High above all problems.
I lived like a king up there, with loaves of bread and a water bottle.

NIGHTFLIERS
They are born in the dark.
Circle the earth each day
with the speed of night.
How could they have known the day?

BIRD ABOVE THE CITY 02
All is quiet above the city. Alone on a thin branch.
See everyone that moves. All that happens.
I am alone up here.
Cultivating my own small flowers.

LANDSCAPE PAINTER
It is hard to understand, but we are all landscape painters.
We design, form and paint them in our colors.
We can not begin to create our own pictures
before we understand this.

CHILD PSYCHLING
The small child with the mask on.
So full of truth's purple spirit.
So easy to scare and shape.
Travels through the infinity of childhood.

DIFFICULT CHOICES
We spend so much time choosing.
Waiting.
I do not know.
I dare not.
Just choose,
without fear.
Nothing much will happen.
You are still you.

LADYBUG ISLAND
When life presses from all sides
it is good to creep into one's own little house.
Tell the ladybug to fly to a quiet branch
high above the city. For a little while.

DIALOGUE 02
I did not see you, a worthless creature.
You gave me your thoughts, your life.
Now we live together.
We are equally big.

BATHTUB PENGUINS 02
By us, every day is a party.
We are safe in our white polar landscape.
We bathe whenever we want.
Even on sundays.

EVENING FLYERS
We should all have flown in the morning,
but some are not able to.
They are not inferior or weaker, just different.
They are evening flyers.

BIRD MOUNTAIN
The road up is steep and bloody,
but with good helpers and good faith
life on the bird mountain
is full of meaning.

FAMILY
We stand together in sun and rain.
When the weather is too hard
we pull together.
Stand there shielded by each other.
The years pass, but we still stand.
A bit less straight than before,
a little more tired,
but we stick together
because we are a family.

DEEP CONVERSATIONS
We met on the road.
The one passing under everyday life.
Down there we found each other,
in deep conversations.

OUTCAST
I grow in my own garden.
Do my things my way.
You call me weird,
but try to turn the picture and see
who then becomes outcast!

SLEEPWALKER
Day and night intertwine. Becomes an eternal twilight hour.
Fable creatures, now real, mingle with the everyday animals.
The body is red and sore while one thousand pairs of eyes
look down on you from the pink skyscraper.

BLESSED HOUSE
That's when the days are so dark
there is no longer room for tears
that the sun once again comes.
When the heat fills my body, I feel blessed.
My house is on a golden bough.

UPBRINGING
I am old now.
I thought everything was behind me,
but when I turn and look inward
everything is still alive,
my story, my upbringing.

SHADOW GUARD
I live in the sun now.
Every day is warm and safe.
High in the tree house I live my quiet life.
All was solved when I found my own shadow guard.

THIN LANDSCAPE
We complain, we get too much, too little, too fast, too late.
We wade in wealth and abundance
and forget that we live
in a thin landscape.

TIGHT STRINGS
We are stuck in our respective boats.
Past and future we carry with us.
Mountains of defeat, doubt and faith.
If we try to stand up, the tight strings divide us into pieces.

GREAT WARRIOR
I am a thousand times more powerful than you.
I crush a hundred of your friends with the tip of my rod.
I put your country in ruins. I call it peace.
I am a great warrior.

LOVE BOAT
We make plans.
Jump into the boat together
Forgetting that we have no oars
and that we are approaching a waterfall.

LONELY SHOW
We are born, we perform.
On our stage we play our life's performance.
For others, we are just scenery,
it is a lonely show.

PULPIT
The church room is quiet and big.
You may not find God there,
but if you sit there in the big quiet room,
an inner voice might remind you of who you are.

ASCENSION
The house stands there, so full of
promises and hopes, thoughts for immortality.
Suddenly the boat is here with your picture in the sail,
ready for ascension.

FAST RIDER
We look for balance and content.
Think we live, but are lived.
On the back of the yellow hors we are bigger
than the landscape many of us are so afraid of.
It is safe on the yellow horse.

CYCLE 01
The days pass, weeks, years, life.
An endless circle, growth and maturity.
The only thing I believe is the mountain.
It stands there in its own quiet center.

HYPNOTIC MEETING
You seem small and irrelevant.
The meeting is surprising, suddenly you are right in front of me.
I suddenly stop,
it becomes a hypnotic meeting.

WHERE HEARTS GROW
We walk in the dark.
A hopeless maze.
Two houses stand in the moonlight.
Maybe we'll meet on the island,
where hearts grow.

PERESTROIKA
The old structure is so tired and worn, it calls for renewal.
When we decide to leave it, we do not
until after we've landed in the new landscape see
that it is exactly like the old one.

SIMPLE ANGEL
The best among us are fooled, humiliated, crushed.
The simple everyday people suffer in silence.
They are eaten.
When they die they become angels. Simple, innocent angels.

ICON 01
A window, gold that reflects the sky.
The other side is always clear,
it is you who need to stop.
Turning your eyes to an icon and meet yourself on the other side.

ICON 02
A window, gold that reflects the sky.
The other side is always clear,
it is you who need to stop.
Turning your eyes to an icon and meet yourself on the other side.

MASK FISH
Who are we, what does it mean to be honest, to be ourselves.
The more we remove from the ego, the smaller we become.
When the conceptions are peeled off, we squirm like slippery fish.
We can not get our mask back on again quickly enough.

BLIND LOVE
The mystery! How did I know it was you?
I saw you, but chose blindly.
We got a small piece of each other's hearts
that a whole life has grown from.

THE MOMENT OF FREEDOM
It has been a struggle, it has been difficult.
It has cost more than I knew I was able to pay.
The joy is indescribable when I realize that it's over.
When I am able to open my hand and let the bird free.

THREE TREES LEAVING THE HOUSE
The empty, strange feeling when the children move out.
They make their own reality.
Their own earth and their own sky.
Loss, but also joy. Black worried strokes separete the sky.