Yesterday completely out of the blue a German couple visited my studio. They had just followed the yellow signs, not knowing what would be at the end of them. They not only loved my paintings but even bought one. We talked about modern art, especially modern conceptual German art. She lives in Essen and he is from Wuppertal. I absolutely enjoyed my time spent with those two very interesting individuals who really were into modern conceptual art.
Instead of the usual story about the inspiration for a painting, in this case for "As a winter night falls over Devon" and how it came to life, this time I present a poem. A poem about creation, art and the Tao. I think it fits perfectly together with this painting. "As a winter night falls over Devon" is a collage on board.
It hurts me when I think about Haiti.
Every time when I think about the past of Haiti I get very angry .
Tragedy, love, blood, voodoo, anger, bloody history, freedom, colonialism, slavery, plunder, natural disaster and hope.
Lots of weird stuff in my painting.
I hope for better future for Haiti.
A radical shift in awareness, values,
and behaviour is required to meet the bright future.
The painting is 3D, it is acrylic + lots of impossible things; 114 h. cm x 74 b. cm
The money I will raise will go to Haiti.
I learned to walk and I have walked
And I still walk…
Do I actually understand
How fortunate I am?
I can walk!
I can walk without help
And I walk using my own two legs
No prostheses, no walking stick
No artificial supports at all
Just my intention and my legs
My brain and my legs.
Usually I don’t think
About this fact, I don’t feel
This truth in such a way every day.
But it just so happens
That I am thinking about it now.
It seems so natural – walking.
Except in those moments when I see
David with his two prosthetic legs
And when I visit Ela
Her legs haven't moved for 15 years.
Then I feel how lucky I am.
I know I am independent
No diabetes and no MS
No accidents, no wars,
No natural disasters
I walk, I run, I jump, and
I trample on my left foot with my right foot
I move my body without begging for help
I can run away,
I can walk out whenever I wish.
Just a black swan phenomenon and
The unpredictability of luck.
It is the sensation
Of my fortunate perfection.
I am walking.
These are my feet.
I can’t remember who said that paintings should tell stories not only present them, maybe I imagined it. Maybe it referred to films and not to art, but what actually determines whether or not a painting tells a story and not only presents it? Perhaps it is the behaviour of creatures, colours, a smile on somebody’s face, a group of people arguing about something, children playing in the garden, insinuations, an absent gaze, or even musings. Is it possible, really possible to see the story? Is it really the artist who tells the story? Isn’t it true that the artist presents the story and the receiver creates, interprets and concocts the past and the future of the given picture/story?
The inspiration for this Red Swan painting is the Black Swan; the Black Swan phenomenon, the Black Swan problem, the History of the Black Swan and the Black Swan book by Nassim Nicholas Taleb. In summary, just the Black Swan. Actually till the moment that I held this book by Taleb in my hand I had never before heard about the Black Swan problem and phenomenon. My friend gave this book to me and said that I will love it. You see I studied philosophy and I love complicated, stubborn, controversial and unusual things. This book blew me away. This guy, Nicholas Taleb is an incredibly intelligent person-brain, intellectual dissident and a brilliant writer and in some way an academic libertarian.
The Bay Leaf has taken the most positive, responsible and substantial place amongst all the other kinds of leaves. When still on its laurel tree (Laurus Nobilis) one calls it the "bay laurel leaf". It is always green. It is even possible for a bay leaf to mutate and regenerate and to live for more than 100 years.
One can achieve dynamism in an abstract painting through diverse effects. For example: the choices of the colours and how one combines them, the materials that are used, the contrast between the colours, the styles, the structure and the techniques. Of course there are thousands more possibilities and explanations depending on the philosophy of the artist or the critic. Dynamism in a painting could be cheerful but it also could be dramatic.
The title of this work is "My past and my future", the newest one "my past and my future"
This Past represents the small abstract oil painting, the colourful one with the poem. It is a real poem, written by my. Occasionally I am possessed by my muse. In a sudden incandescence I become a poet.
