What is my painting?

It is a need to mix colours, to blend and once blended, vibrate.
Water is a fundamental element, one that paints with me. As do time and gravity. Because of them – water, time, and gravity- I don’t feel the need for contour, because all is fluid, and form allows us to see nothing for more than a moment.

Perhaps the source is the incandescent light from the surface of the lakes, or an image of my adolescence, or my childhood that, while they remain with me still, remain out of reach. Maybe by the flowing river of the present, where the brilliant light calls forth the ballerina who is also the executioner, the prophet of the acrid greeting from the past. And because I don’t have the words to name them, I paint.

So, exact and precise forms elude, there are no figures, no trees, no houses, no shadows, no perspectives, or angle… only colour.

 

I want to represent something, and yet the painting takes over the frame and overflow shapes as if to escape from them… I do not know who is fleeing from whom…

 

In the end, there is one layer over another, a mixture merging into water. It is a vision of light and water. I do not know what my painting is, but I do know how the currents flow. They come to me, and it begins.