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Art: Amazing this wonderful dot in this universe...

Art: Amazing this wonderful dot in this universe,…it makes our cards so deep…, the only way to step into my soul…, to keep me out the Prisonhouse of the wrong Emptiness, to let me go on in this Jungle, this theater of life.  It cleans my soul, tears down my holy masks, …lets me face it, and allows me to stand up in the painful winds, which try to blow me down…!

Art, a race between people learning to love life and art, and the forces of profit.  The prize is the survival of the race we might win! And there are always small-minded people, who prefer the struggle for materialism and wealth.  Egoism is ruling the thoughts, and trying to break your spirit, to execute your soul. The split seconds… in life in which you are playing with some black thoughts, and like to stick the brush through your heart and bleed on the canvas!

But there is always something deep from the essence of an "artistic soul" that instructs you to go on,… a great energy makes you ignore these depths.  It's the hunger, the fire, the passion for painting … and the colours always spinning around in your head, so your heart is battered and bruised constantly…! Let's blow away the dust and dirt, of a world moving too fast to see, a world I love in art, a world where the heart is.

My hope: that nothing can distort my frames of dreams…. All in my blessed hands…..! because painting, it's surge a power to give life, and make it worth. But often: it's like blowing kisses into an empty box, and everyone said the box is empty…!

I just want to swim in the sun and the eternal love of shared spirits, because I'm obsessed with painting and writing.  Yes, I'm a wild child of the old wind too, …and I am calm breathing Poetry.  But all this writing makes me very confused, because I must speak with my head. So, I let my paintings talk, in a language of colors that blows the mind! …

Just grateful for the feelings that art brought into my heart, my soul always full of longing for the secrets of the colours …that send a thrilling pulse through me …and let me splatter that magic world….  In the black deep night on the canvas, the glimmerings of unfathomed abysses.

About my paintings: I use everything…, but I prefer oil on the canvas, I never know how the work will turn out, it's growing inside me when I'm painting, like a baby created through love, and slowly being born under my hands. Like the dark corner in my life, always something missing… that makes my emotion, lets my feelings rise to unknown height or depths. The same darkness let's me paint and wander in this lightness…!

 I never sell, because I need them all around me. Something is transpiring between the paintings and me, I feel peace, freedom, they give my heart a home.  Without the paintings I would be homeless…! And it's very small in this great universe, nothing really matters in this open space, except for the birth of painting, so let's do what we want to do…!

In myself I discovered that the animal past of humanity, the pre-historic period and the whole past continue to live in me, to imagine poems, to love, to hate, to draw conclusions, I suddenly woke up from that dream, and realised that I was dreaming and that I have to keep on dreaming for fear of perishing . Nietzsche