News from the studio
Cold waves, white sea, smell of the wet suit, classical music, spaciousness, night ride, silence.
A winter at the studio.
Back on gravel roads, exploring mountains with an open heart—ready for one hundred sunsets, with the memory of the dauphins on the Bosphorus—ready for night rides and thousands of colors of sea—looking forward to seeing paintings hanging on walls all over the world, smiles, wildness, horizons, and lights!
On the deck of a boat. The evening sea merges with the sky in shades of mauve and orange. The milky atmosphere veiling the horizon envelops the passing islands. With the wind on the back of my neck, I leave the sticky heat of the city behind for a vast and infinite landscape of sublime beauty - the images remain in my head, my body having imprinted the sensations.
Below deck - inside - a row of upholstered leatherette chairs, a television playing, tuned to a national news channel. It emanates an incomprehensible language but only the images reach me. In a constant loop, the violence pours from the screen stirring the fear in the body. In this room with its white light and modern comfort, the windows cut out the wind.
I open the curtain.
I am master of choosing my images.
Here to serve - Painting with presence - Surrounded by nature
A contemplation of the landscape and its variations with light and time. A departure from the digital and media image, an escape from the age of speed and a return to primacy: the choice of image. The slowness and patience needed to court time as a partner in the process of painting. A brush-stroke capturing the essence, variations of shades of grey. From the softness of the palette to the vivacity of the touch.
I painted this diptych in my studio in Berlin last spring without knowing I would be living on an island a few months later. Today I am in this very landscape. This has happened to me several times in my life. (day9)
Facing the Island