As a kid i was drawing all the time. I knew that drawing was my present and my future.
So the Academy of Art was the logical choice as a study. What a great place! The smell of oil paint, the splashes on floors and walls and the with paint cluttered sinks, telling of generations of students feeling free to experiment. I even loved the strange personalities of my fellow students and teachers. One of them painted an incredible amount of baroque angels and then committed suicide. And sometimes we had to drag our teachers out of the pub to get a lesson. I seem, however, to have learned something anyway….
After six years i was on my own and i didn’t dare to put my images out into the world. I saw the pain in eyes all around me and thought: who am i to waste my time expressing my meaningless self, while i could be doing something useful for our suffering humankind?
I couldn’t stop drawing though, so i did a lot of ‘useful’ stuff, loads of book illustrations and posters. Until life drew a stick into my wheel of usefulness and made me immobile for 14 years. During this sick bed i painted and had exhibitions whenever i could muster some energy, but most of all: i turned inside and entered into an incredible world of wisdom and imagery.
When i came out, healed and ready to face the outer world, i tried to expel the idea that a painter doesn’t serve world’s wellbeing. I failed. I tried to stop painting, i failed. So i stumbled along with trimmed inspiration and identity issues.
Then i went to live in Barcelona, where life kicked my wheel of usefulness into motion: Due to weird circumstances (also an adventurous, but entirely different story) left me with no money and i had to survive, from one day to the other.
That i did, sweating, working non stop, painting and selling to tourists, without the time to think about usefulness. I needed to eat.
7 Years later, after selling hundreds of paintings to all of the continents, after exhibitions and spray paint commissions in 6 countries, the question whether it is useful what i do, had lost its importance. And with that came the answer:
I see it in the eyes of my clients, when they are touched by a painting, when they relate, when they feel understood and recognised on a deep emotional level, when they get encouragement and inspiration to deal with daily challenges, all of them so courageous and eager to carry on, to keep on living, to learn to be happy and healthy in this weird wobbly world.
I love people. I see all their layers. So i paint in layers.
A layer of text and newspaper and images, sometimes. A layer of acrylics and spray paint. Then a layer of oil. Then sometimes even more spray paint, or markers, or whatever.
Thus the tale is being told, that i would never be able to put into words.
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Vendor Biography
As a kid i was drawing all the time. I knew that drawing was my present and my future.
So the Academy of Art was the logical choice as a study. What a great place! The smell of oil paint, the splashes on floors and walls and the with paint cluttered sinks, telling of generations of students feeling free to experiment. I even loved the strange personalities of my fellow students and teachers. One of them painted an incredible amount of baroque angels and then committed suicide. And sometimes we had to drag our teachers out of the pub to get a lesson. I seem, however, to have learned something anyway….
After six years i was on my own and i didn’t dare to put my images out into the world. I saw the pain in eyes all around me and thought: who am i to waste my time expressing my meaningless self, while i could be doing something useful for our suffering humankind?
I couldn’t stop drawing though, so i did a lot of ‘useful’ stuff, loads of book illustrations and posters. Until life drew a stick into my wheel of usefulness and made me immobile for 14 years. During this sick bed i painted and had exhibitions whenever i could muster some energy, but most of all: i turned inside and entered into an incredible world of wisdom and imagery.
When i came out, healed and ready to face the outer world, i tried to expel the idea that a painter doesn’t serve world’s wellbeing. I failed. I tried to stop painting, i failed. So i stumbled along with trimmed inspiration and identity issues.
Then i went to live in Barcelona, where life kicked my wheel of usefulness into motion: Due to weird circumstances (also an adventurous, but entirely different story) left me with no money and i had to survive, from one day to the other.
That i did, sweating, working non stop, painting and selling to tourists, without the time to think about usefulness. I needed to eat.
7 Years later, after selling hundreds of paintings to all of the continents, after exhibitions and spray paint commissions in 6 countries, the question whether it is useful what i do, had lost its importance. And with that came the answer:
I see it in the eyes of my clients, when they are touched by a painting, when they relate, when they feel understood and recognised on a deep emotional level, when they get encouragement and inspiration to deal with daily challenges, all of them so courageous and eager to carry on, to keep on living, to learn to be happy and healthy in this weird wobbly world.
I love people. I see all their layers. So i paint in layers.
A layer of text and newspaper and images, sometimes. A layer of acrylics and spray paint. Then a layer of oil. Then sometimes even more spray paint, or markers, or whatever.
Thus the tale is being told, that i would never be able to put into words.