I see an image cut in two: The upper part is slightly colder, than the the lower part – or is it the other way around – or does the parts balance out, like flour counterweights on a Grocers weight. (excuse my english).
I see two parts, with two baloonlike shapes, and two rectangular shapes below. What does that have to do with my life, my being? Is the painter mocking me? making fun of me? Or does he or she, plainly, do not consider me during the proces of creation? From the work i do myself, I must admit, that the artconsumer, quickly fade out of consideration. And “something else” take over. I don’t know precisely what it is. Sometimes it dissapears. And then an abyss opens up. I start to to sink. Whereto?
I don’t really know. (again, I excuse my written english … don’t expecte an oxfordian clean english frm my “pen”). I often have the feeling, that what I paint “talks” back at me. But here we have two things, that seemingly has nothing to do with reality – and me. They are are just forms of color. But like watching a rainbow – the longer you stretch the watching, the more the “image” makes itself clear to me. Apart from the immidiate beauty, such paintings teaches me that we have to to look closer, more concentrate, before we “say” our judgement.