Grace

My artistic ambition is immense: nothing less than finding a visual language in which life, space, and time themselves can become tangible. At the same time, with every year that I continue to live and make work, I become more aware of how powerless I ultimately am in relation to that ambition. Ideas, strategies, and verbally constructed points of departure increasingly prove useless, or even fatal to the work. What I do seem able to do, when drawing, painting, making collages or assembling objects, is to be life, space, and time. I work blindly, the way nature itself proliferates, trying to stay far away from a mindset in which I detect and solve formal or pictorial problems. Remaining within the larger flow — that is what matters. It is rather chaotic and sometimes quite uncomfortable; never something I truly get used to. But sometimes, suddenly and without warning, there is this state of grace; a recognition arises: "Yes, this lives.

Genade