When I was seventeen years old I met a boy on a train and drowned in his dark eyes. My knees went all soft, which is not me at all normally. We later got engaged and I got to know his wonderful mother. She is a fantastic person and an artist. This is a tribute to her.
Can you see the warmth and friendliness beaming out from Margareta's face?
Photo July 2009
Her favourite "painting" from a walk near the Castle of Gunnebo outside Gothenburg.
The whole painting is made of lots of tiny pieces of cloth
Bosse and Margareta
Margareta summer 1962 with Bonnie and winter 1963
Margareta's family, husband Erik, son Anders and daughter Lena