In the work and miniature world 'MORNING CAME' 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 hushed depths in the light echo of the green rustling silence and all the possible colours that roam there. Even though all this can also flood a person with melancholy in a paradoxical longing for other times when experiencing this freedom was not a matter of course and when one had to fight to make it to the end of the day at all.
In retrospect, looking at the world(s) and reflecting on another time, through another window, it was all more than worth it. The work certainly has an affinity with Psalm 23 as well.
For the connoisseur, the deeper you get into the darkness and desolation of the valley, the closer a person gets to the top.
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…