Alva Olivia

Preacher on an English nudist beach / England, 1974

Before the computing era, ILM was the master of oil matte painting, making audiences believe that some of the sets in the original Star Wars and Indiana Jones trilogy were real when they weren’t. They were the work of geniuses like Chris Evans, Michael Pangrazio, Frank Ordaz, Harrison Ellenshaw and Ralph McQuarrie ! Forever thank you, to their handmade art and the work of their colleagues, that made us dream of impossible worlds and fantastic places across Earth and the Universe.

There are more background paintings on this article, featuring comments by the masters/artists themselves ! 

Some of the following pieces were made by other artists 2:

Basics

olla humalassa, kännissä (“to be drunk”, the most common ones)

olla päissään (lit. “to be in one’s heads”)

päihtynyt, juopunut (”intoxicated”)

Tipsy

olla hiprakassa, huppelissa (”to be drunk”)

pienessä sievässä (lit. “in a small pretty”)

laitamyötäisessä (lit. “in broad reach”)

pöhnä (state of being drunk)

Very drunk

olla jurrissa, tuiterissa (”to be drunk”)

olla naamat, lärvit (lit. “to be faces”)

nakit silmillä (lit. “wieners on eyes”)

perseet olalla (lit. “asses on shoulders”)

tuubassa (lit. “in tuba”)

olla ihan tillintallin (lit. “to be all doodly-do”)

pelti kiinni (lit. “sheet metal closed”)

tuiskeessa (lit. “in a blizzard”)

seipäässä (lit. “in a stake/pole”)

vetää perseet (to get drunk; lit. “to pull asses”)

vetää pää täyteen (to get drunk; lit. “to pull one’s head full”)

räkäkänni (state of being drunk; lit. “snot drunkenness”)

Hangover

krapula (”hangover”, the most common one)

krappe, rapsa (”hangover”, derive from krapula)

darra (”hangover”, slang) 

kankkunen (”hangover”, lit. kankku=buttock and -nen=diminutive)

kohmelo (lit. kohme=stupor; numbness due to cold)

morkkis (”moral hangover”; when you regret everything, not only after drinking but also in general)

dagen efter (lit. ”the day after” in swedish, also used by finnish-speaking finns)

Stefan Bruggemann

 Puddle Painting, 2013 

Fallen Angels 1995 

You rub elbows with a lot of people everyday. Some strangers might become your friends or even confidants. So I never turned my back on the chance to rub elbows, sometimes I rub until I bleed. No big deal, as long as I’m happy. Last night I ran into that woman again. I knew very well we’d never be friends or confidents, we’d had too many chances, we had rubbed elbows till our clothes tore, but still no sparks.