where emotions turn into art.
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for expression; exploration and everything inbetween.
for moments that matter.
Malerei – ein Selbstporträt in Form und Farbe. Direkter Kontakt mit der schöpferischen Kraft, Dialog zwischen dem Inneren und dem Greifbaren, fortwährende Suche nach dem Wesentlichen, schliesslich eine Begegnung …. mit der Wahrheit.
Painting is not my plan, it is life’s own gesture. I am only the brush — the movement, the breath. Creation itself longs to appear, and I give it form. I do not paint — life paints through me what insists on being born. My own painting is a mystery to me – a revelation, something that reveals itself in its own time. I never know what comes. Standing before the canvas … I lay down the first color. With a brush, a finger, the whole hand. Fascinated by the physical contact with paint…. the first, the second, the next stroke. And now shades unfold before me, forces grow, powers surge, life bursts forth. Unstoppable, unquenched. That life which cannot wait any longer — the one that longs to finally touch the surface of the canvas and, in that contact, to arrive… to see …the light.
It wants to see, to be seen. To draw out its fire, to say… something. It is not I who knows what. I am here only the brush. The movement. The gesture. I can only try to give form to what desires to reveal itself. If at all. Painting is contact with the very power of creation, with the force of life itself. And when the canvas is finally complete… I can say: … it is you! Of course, you! … At last. I have been waiting.
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Creation is not an act — it is a state of being
