About Art

As a painter I am wordless because I correspond by means of colour.


Painting is singing with colors.

Painting is a life philosophy.
A life attitude in which one frees oneself of surplus and explanatory theoretical contents.
Unwrap the wrapped.
By means of a certain reduction, in a situation between looking and thoughtless staring searching originality.
Thoughtlessly looking one learns to see.
By looking without interpreting, one found out the nature.

Beyond the matter.
The external world of colour and form leads us to the feeling, the inner world.
The paintings are open spaces without time. Depth which arises by layers of moments.
Pull apart everything what has compact form, of which energy is released which becomes visible. The interwoven colour palette in the matter, such as the primitive form of fire making.
By rubbing matter the sparkle, the light, the colours of the spectrum are released.

A painting is the silence between the words.
Discovering what is covered.
The insight.

Timeless looking, in which one seems to lose oneself to find oneself. Such as a painter who touches the canvas with its brush and walk backwards, removes itself, to contemplate.
If you leave... you approach.