In the work and miniature world 'AUTUMN BLUES' I let worlds converge and flow in a layered collage. On the one hand, through the art forms used such as watercolour, photography and digital technology, on the other, there are the worlds, skies, skies and seas that have crossed and passed in all possible forms, whether emotional, spiritual or physical. Yet again and again, the big comes together and spills over into the precious because fragile small as just that colour, that incidence of light, depth or shape in which circles may again become circular. Here, too, inaudibly silent worlds of their own are hidden behind the visible, seemingly mundane of a familiar horizon and sky. This is where sun, sea, earth, land and sky come together.
And whoever looks and listens attentively hears and sees the echo of the old sunlight and rustling silence of the green that still echoes in the ochre and sepia . The light can also flood a person with melancholy in a paradoxical longing back to other times when experiencing these things was not a given and when one had to fight to make it to the end of the day at all. In retrospect, looking at the world(s) through a different window, it was all more than worth it and that melancholy is cherished. Precisely because there was a time when melancholy did not even exist in the absence of past and present.
It was the time when the melting water of black snow gradually took on colour. The house overlooking a new horizon stands again on indestructible foundations. The question is what I want on the wall. The images I see pass by like a slide show against and in the.. Read more…