original paintings in multi-layered colors
my late Print-Paintings, 1975
1975, everything happens quickly these years. Early spring in Amsterdam I felt like an artist, walked around galleries, produced bright paintings, offered them everywhere along the way.
In the middle of summer I drove my white VW bus to West Berlin - for an exhibition, the vernissage accidently on the 1st of August, my 35th birthday. And again, after finalizing the exhibition - was driving my bus to Stockholm. Into a new adventure. That is, the last series of print-paintings and disaster.
September the 1st - I come to Stockholm winged success in Berlin. In the North it's closer to nature. Outside my window rocks are swaying among the trees, the transparency of the sky touches the coldness of the heart. Early autumn, and I am just so young and hopeful about the work and new technical ideas.
In moment of loneliness by the see the world looks at itself with my eyes. And sees what? That I'm in a hurry. Methodically, moreover. A new flat, providing paints, papers, foils. New love, the lady wants to have a baby with me. I do not consider myself as a father, but we are in Sweden, here women have their own children.
Another plan: how effective I am! I set with the help of a friend a list of the best five galleries in Stockholmand arrange appointments by phone. The first exposes realism. The second is interested in large paintings that are not yet available. The third has Vasarely's exhibition, in the second room Picasso, Fontana and Yves Klein. What a good company! The boss just came from Barcelona and greets me heartily. I set the graphics on the floor, the whole series, he likes it, my technology and vision he compares to Max Ernst. Gallery has a 3 year exhibition schedule, but I can do the exhibition in May, if I want, because the gallery usually starts holidays during this time.
My work is entering a new stage. Based on drawings made in Amsterdam, I make designs and create mock-ups made of glued papers.
New element: transparent foils that will cover part of the image in relation to the new color, trimmed for projects. I prepare the whole series: 14 small and 7 large, 100 x 70 cm. This is the first month.
The first colors appear: yellow, red, blue, in this order, without the participation of consciousness that I am dealing with the Holy Trinity, from which all the colors of the world are born. Such knowledge - how strange - will appear in Spectrals twenty years later! although I use it almost every day.
In the second month of work the whole series becomes visible, the first prints dry like underwear on ropes hanging uder ceiling. Underwear for angels, friends joke.
Considerable physical work! My rollers are heavy, they also require a lot of cleaning and turpentine clarification. Daily! under the penalty of losing the effectiveness of tools!
All the Print-Painting adventure took three years - in Stockholm, Warsaw, Amsterdam and West-Berlin.
God's finger, so much caring usually, is cruel to me. The floor is covered with papers, I walk among them on all fours, looking at fresh works. Raising myself up with all my strength I hit the spine with the sharp corner of the table - and I fall. For a month.
Every breath painful, I lie on my back, have time to rest and think about the matters. Sure, I'm glad I'm not paralyzed, there are injections, help, but I can be cured mostly by time.
For a month immobilized being in the state of the top form of creativity!
And when I start to walk, I know that there will be no more work with the rollers that were already so functional in my hands. Now I can hardly hold a glass of tea, it so heavy that my back hurts!
A walk in the gusts of the coming winter, the orange lights of the highways, tremble in fear of the dark question, what will happen now?
Ah! what will it be, what it was all about?
God's finger knows what he's doing! He pushed me into oil painting!
See the Paintings of Creation - new birth - in oil paintings and cosmology.