42 – that was the answer to life, the universe & everything….
remember DOUGLAS ADAMS ???
he made a tremendous joke – of the humans who want to fix the world – all the unhappiness caused by the imperfectness of the universe – instead of just enjoying life as we go along – … well just read it again, it’s fun!
I just sorted out all my brain & I’m rebooting – going through piles of paper: sketches, snippets, notes of thoughts & ideas (chucking out as many as possible)
with the aim to leave context & text & conclusion & illustration behind – drawing – drawing – drawing
A.I.R. Hotel Pubik…
now this is looking into the studio… slowly recovering from being overwhelmed & just painting…
this is my view from the studio & I can hear the cow bell & the birds & the bees – sunshine & all
well, with all that beauty – it is hard to start painting & not just sitting there & enjoying – which is part of the job – taking in … still breathing in … and…? o.k. now let’s get to work & in a few days time let’s see again – maybe I have nothing to say… funny that there is always the slight panic of the artist hiding out in nature – as nature is so perfect, what could I possibly …
so, I’m breathing out … looking into the studio!
waiting for the big move…
this was the moving in – 2 years ago – now it was quite a load already & soon, very soon it’s all being carried around again – strange thing that is – paintings, I never meant to produce so much material, it just goes with the job & then I wonder where the art is – is it just the idea & so I could leave the paintings behind & start new all over – well probably the pictures carry the art with them, as the art isn’t in your head or such – it happens on the canvas…
well such thinking crosses your mind, when preparing to shift wheights around… – wishing I would be more clever to either sell more paintings – so there is less to transfer at once – or have a more light way of producing art…
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studio views
before I leave this studio – in the 3.district – with wonderful music all around…
- on the way to the next….
& new perspective of things….
& then I stop & think some more…
wenn man ueber sich schreibt, ersetzt man zwangslauefig eine realitaet durch eine andere
- sagt justin levi
& musste denken an die malerei – die sich schicht fuer schicht aufbaut aus gedanken – obwohl sie das sichtbare abbildet – meidet sie das abbilden – sie sucht nach der substanz obwohl sie nur 2-dimensional ist. in ihrer form packt sie zeit & inhalt in den fiktiven raum der leinwand… & will vorallem durch das abgebildete hindurch sehend machen …
more thoughts…
A painter should not paint what he sees but what should be seen.
Valery
&
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
Oscar Wilde
sometimes words describe very well what painting is about – strange though, that is easier to understand painting through the ears, than through the eyes!
collection of thoughts 2
I’m nothing.
I’ll always be nothing.
I can’t even wish to be something.
Aside from that, I’ve got all the world’s dreams inside me.
F.Pessoa found words for the the artist…
collection of thoughts 1
mark rothko wrote in 1947
” I think of my pictures as dramas, the presentation of this drama in the familiar world was never possible, unless everyday acts belonged to a ritual accepted as referring to a transcendent realm. Even the archaic artist who had an uncanny virtuosity, found it necessary to create a group of intermediaries, monsters, hybrids, gods and demi-gods. The difference is that, since the archaic artist was living in a more practical society than ours, the urgency of transcendent experience was understood and given an official status….
with us the disguise must be complete. The familiar identity of things has to be pulverized in order to destroy the finite associations with our society increasingly enshrouds every aspect of our environment.
Without monsters and gods, art cannot enact our dramas: art’s most profound moments express this frustration.”




