hereby I state
I am searching, experimenting, improvising. Trying to find the time, trying to have fun, sometimes, but at the same time to be passionate and serious about what I do, and respectful and curious about the work of others.
As artist, I try to be unpretentious about my work. I am a painter, I prefer oil paints and flat larger paint brushes, I paint what I see and how I feel it. Speaking to you, in some way, whether tangible or suggestive. The work asks simple questions: Will you touch me? Do you feel me, do I seep inside you?
I do not like highbrow titles for my art pieces, I do not want people to need to google up what my words mean.
I work with life models and my paintings become clearly stronger if they are based after a model. I like the dialogue with my models, the intimacy that is created during the sessions, their viewpoints of the world that find their way on the canvas; or sometimes not. I have one model who has been posing for me for over a decade, and I am very grateful to her.
I sometimes combine my paintings with words, thoughts shaped in short poems delivered in their frank and intimate form: skinned bare, left to be touched, entered and played with. Recently, words have lost a lot of their meaning for me, I cannot seem to find them or understand them anymore.
I sometimes feel like it is an obsession I have for painting the human body. Where did it come from? Most of my art originates in the body, its forms and relation to space within and outside of itself; oversized body, the curves, the fat, the colour of the flesh fascinate me. The pressure of the outside and inside world; the stress; the compression: what happens to the body when disturbed, squeezed, uncomfortable?