There are certain photographs everyone knows. Memories. People who were living happily, who were travelling, who were in company or alone - like us. We look at those pictures and we see that all of the above is history now - like us one day. We look at a picture and contemporaneously we find ourselves in a certain place in our lives - it is overwhelming. We instantly feel that that moment we look at the pictures will pass by as quickly as all those moments that are shown in the pictures did and as all the coming moments in our lives will. Moments seem to run, just like colour runs down a canvas when one story that is told in the painting covers the moment the painter wanted to keep at first by adding more colour and different shapes and tones. The world in my paintings is created by my interest in the power of history, the absolute equality of all human beings. It shows the ability to objectify everything.
I get stimuli from everywhere and often from pictures from the sixties, seventies and eighties, when photography was still much more about keeping beautiful moments of beautiful lives than it is today. There are plenty of things that affect the process of painting: lost memories, the wish to keep things like moments and the missing power to do so, breaking down reality until it is not reality any longer and the perception of real life, to name but a few. Colours are fading, faces disappear and scenes dissolve or grow over. The gesture of painting has such power that all kind of melancholy is unnecessary - with it I refer to the process of painting. First I create an imaginary world, which I did not experience in life, through form and colour. I start looking for an answer to the questions I experienced in life and then follow the principle of emerging/arising/growing and passing by painting.
My analogue photographs picture objects and nature. Especially the winter delivers a strict, graphical aesthetic, ignores the shown and dissolves reality for the sake of the visual. Some photographs I purely use for documenting memories, while others become independent pictures with new contents.