MY WORK is influenced around the clock. Everything goes into my loosely defined history book, whatever happens wherever my head and limbs are. Experiences that also lead my mind into the unknown terrain of the future. My brain, guts – and my ever-present heart, I hope – take it all in. Gladly it is joy and fantasy that are the greatest influence..
IT FEELS like I am on an endless hike. Relentlessly continuing, whether I am out in the open or enclosed by walls. Passing thresholds, moving between spaces. Whether in my mind, or among people, the path is never simple. When you go from a space of pure joy to spaces only concerned with survival, it makes you stop, to find viable options.
THESE ARE SPACES defined by our joint history. But some spaces allow themself to be shaped by what is not tainted by history but is new. And so there are many spaces. Happy spaces. Sad spaces. A space for the rich. A space for the poor. Urban spaces and rural spaces. The vast spaces of nature. Political spaces. Liberating spaces. Empty and meaningless spaces. Foreign spaces. Guarded spaces. Unexplored spaces.
I CAST my net wide. Curious – my eyes, ears, nose – seek energy, forces, odors, and sounds. Beyond the façade, inside the walls, under skin and below feet. I keep that what I find – then I paint. Thoughts, colors, brush strokes and linework. They make new impulses – images – impulses – images. They become an expression of something we can but sense.
THE THINGS we cannot see.