I am horribly lazy. It is a terrifying fact that my laziness is more than normal; it is more like a cosmic laziness.  My lethargy is not only physical  but first of all intellectual.

It took me several weeks to write down these few sentences and even than I had to force myself.

Let my new painting testify to my indolence.  A new painitng? Hm….. In some way it is new.

The title of the new work is "The past and the future". This Past represents an old abstract oil painting. But at the moment that I placed it on a big, white space of the canvas it became a new painting. The white is the future. I am thinking about framing it in a transparent frame. Maybe Plexiglas. I am curious about this idea. Or maybe in a black frame, since our future is limited by death. However why should death be black? Maybe death is colourful and elusive, like a rainbow?

My Past and My Future, in a black frame – 2009; oil on canvas + canvas

in a plexiglas frame

in 'a rainbow' frame