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First
layer is a floated area
That finds its own shape, expanding
Until it stops spreading
And dries up lying flat –
watery expanse still.
And then the structuring overlay.
Shapes, made from lines,
Each relying on the other.
There is playful conversation :
“If I stand lopsided does this make you bend over
more towards me ?”
“Have we got a spine to share ?”
The search of form
Is dependent on the elasticity of the lines
which are plucked like guitar strings.
Sound verberates in the dark hollow airy body,
Throwing back an echo that bounces.
Rhythm and dance change as they please.
Making my painting happen.
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Raum
geben dem Einfachen,
dem Dunkel-warm-Ruhenden,
dem Absichtslosen,
dem Unregelmässigen,
dem Nicht-der-Regel-Entsprechenden.
Festhalten, Umfangen, Einfangen
mit Farbe und Linie,
was sich auf andere Art nicht halten lässt.
Der Wunsch, dabei eine klare bildnerische Zwiesprache
zu halten.
Das Gute am Malen ist das Handgreifliche daran.
Ganz konkret etwas zu sehen, das es nicht gibt.
Hände sind auch Blätter, Blätter sind Federn,
Federn sind Füße, Füße sind Knospen,
Knospen Paddel,
ein Paddel ist eine Glocke,
Glocke ein Flügel, Flügel eine Rassel,
Rassel ist Perle, Perle ist Rohling mit Kern,
Rohling Tonfrucht.
Der Prozess ist ein Schälen, Schälen, Schälen -
und Erwarten, was ausschlüpfen,
sich zu erkennen geben möchte.
Es ist ein ständiges ‘Auf-die-Welt-Bringen’.
Malen
ist
wie auf Beerensuche gehen.
Wenn ich erst einmal losgezogen bin,
werde ich schon fündig.
Malen
ist ein Zähmen,
dabei packen, was gut aufblitzt,
und entfalten lassen,
was noch ahnungslos träumt .. |
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Reason
is lying there,
curled up in that corner,
blinks with one eye, twitches one ear,
sees it all happening,
its limbs tied by sleep.
It has not been asked to take part,
is useless
as things are about to
to disarrange
to bundle
to swirl
to flood
to smear
to rotate
to appear
to fire up
to expand
to bond
to bounce
to roll
to twist
to float
to dissolve
to shape up
into
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Thinking
about my art
Painting for me is giving space.
Giving
space to what is yet silent, what is waiting patiently,
what is
undiscovered.
During
the working process I am guided by a promising spark,
hoping to let
come to the surface what dreams unknowingly.
The
process is often subject to change. A movement that
is impetuous and
inquiring can often intervene or reverse intentions.
Being spontaneous and
silent, energetic and patient, agreeing and contradicting
are part of life.
Trustful I enter into a dialogue with new existences.
Hands
become leaves,
aleaves become feathers,
afeathers become feet,
afeet become flowerbuds,
abuds become paddles,
apaddles become bells,
aa bell a wing,
aa wing a rattling
gourd,
aa gourd pearl,
apearl stonefruitkernel.
I
usually start with a blurred, unknowing surface
and
an idea of a precise line, letting them explore
a
movement together that is round, playful and simple.
I
like the idea that they carry an essence of being. |
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