In the work and miniature world 'In Sunset' I let worlds converge and -flow in a collage. On the one hand, through the art forms used such as watercolour, photography and digital technique, on the other, there are the worlds, skies, heavens 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 round. Here again, inaudibly silent, personal worlds are hidden behind the visible, seemingly mundane.
And whoever looks and listens carefully hears and sees the silent depth in the echo of the warming silence, even though the light of that golden hour, for instance, can also flood a person with melancholy in a paradoxical longing for other times in which freedom was not a matter of course and in which one had to fight to reach the end of the day at all.
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…