What's new, wanderer?
In Amsterdam I drew sketches, autumn in Stockholm prepared new matrixes. No more forms put together to see what happens, like you've seen on previous pages. Here comes clear cut drawing and three colours only: red, yellow, blue.
Soon painted papers were hanging for drying on wires high across my room. Floor covered with prints. Good smell, heavy physical work.
I tell you, the cleaning after work was taking one hour.
See how between all those trips and pot smoking a strong discipline was forced upon me?
I loved my working tools, cleaned them every day carefully - rollers, frames and plate with turpentine, my body with yoga, my mind with meditation. |
All the print-painting adventure took three years in Stockholm, Warsaw, Amsterdam and West-Berlin.
A catastrophe came in November 1975.
Hung the papers up to dry, put some on the floor, which meant that I had to walk between them on all fours. Standing up, I hit my backbone against the sharp corner of the table, fell down on my face. Four weeks in bed. Goodbye Print-Paintings!
One month later able to walk again but my back was still painful, I could not hold a cup of tea in my hand. Goodbye my rollers!
On the evening of 8 December the brush wasn't too heavy.
Catastrophe? Table crashed my spine? or was it God's finger, mercilessly sending me into future?
See Paintings of Creation - new birth - in oil paintings and cosmology.
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