When I first saw Leif Adamsson's paintings I thought
of silver rings, of soft winds caressing my cheek, of vast
open light above me the sky arching overhead with
overflowing sunlight. I felt how the artist does this simple, but at
the same time difficult work, letting colour become a symphony,
an orchestra of sound caressing and also beating against the mind.

Leif Adamsson has got light clanging in his soul. Even
though he lets his colours glitter like silver and gold he
sometimes gives dramatic touches to his paintings. The
lasting impression of this artist is that of an intermediary
of light.

I suppose it must be a question of inner longing. I
don't think he just confines himself to reproducing impressions.
No, it's more about creating songs in the shape of pictures.
A pictures of life as he lives it and the experienees he has,
and the heaven he longs for.

There is a primitiveness in Leif Adamsson's painting
that hovers over dark waters. His blond painting about
the power of light lingers in my mind. I feel the same
sort of mild intoxication by his pictures as I feel by a glass
of white wine on a boiling hot day."

From catalogue text by art critic,
Stig Å Stålnacke,
Malmoe, Sweden.

"Leif Adamsson richly impastoed figure paintings are
another revelation with their frosty pastel hues and
strong compositional tensions."

Claude LeSuer, art critic ART'SPEAK New York,
concerning Leif Adamsson exhibition at Gallery Art .54, New York