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Medium :
India Ink, Colored Pencil on Paper , Other rigid frame under plexiglas
Framing :
Framed
Dimensions :
16.5x23.2in
About this artwork
"It deserves our attention that even phenomena which happen to occur in the products of nature possess something charming and attractive. For example, the baked bread sometimes has cracks and crevices which, although not of the baker's intention, excite a certain pleasantness The figs also break open when they are overripe, and the approaching rotting of the fruit gives the overripe olives something particularly lovely: the drooping ears of corn,… the wrinkled skin of the lion's forehead, the foam dripping from the boar's jaws, and much more such is, considered in and of itself, far from all gracefulness, and yet, because it belongs to the nature of a thing, it contributes to its adornment and gives us pleasure appeals to those who have a developed sense for nature and its works."
Marc Aurel "Introspections", Third Book
« Allowing new visual and emotional stimuli to flow into the artistic work certainly opens up new "horizons" for me. »
You know the feeling of being alone, lost in thought. Suddenly, strange creatures seem to be following you, mythical beings watching you. But when you turn around, they are only withered leaves on gnarled branches. Rain exposes the delicate limbs of a hand in the fallen leaves; intertwined bodies seem to lie in the grass, arms and legs knotted together. Raindrops fill a rusty vessel. A bird drinks from it, a beetle basks in the sun on an overturned coffee maker. An abandoned shed creaks in the wind, an animal peers out from a tree fork. Then two female figures appear in the light, glistening from the rain. Laughter echoes through the treetops, plants unfurl – everything is in motion. This is where my work begins: perceptions condense into a formal language situated between figuration and abstraction. Forms emerge and dissolve again, the familiar becomes strange. My hope is that this will sharpen our perception of what is immediately present.