I
come to Vienna to live and before I know it I am painting in a new
style. (A style I have, however, used for years in drawing.) I
rather
hate the concept of a "style", since it is likely that conforming to it
would constitute a false restriction on my creative vision. My fear is that rather than painting an experience,
I will be tempted to paint a painting of a clever style that succeeded
for a preveious work. I choose to create within certain limits,
but I prefer the
selection
to be my own, unique for each expression.
In
nature you will never see a straight line, which appears only as the
path of our wish to make our environment fit our desire for smooth
fulfillment, totally devoid of inefficiency. But in truth everything
meanders. Besides, the closer you look,
even the "straight lines" humans like to force on our materials reveal
more of the living, breathing, wiggling nature that produced the
material. Sometimes the hand can reveal unevenness in sculpture, proving that our eyes fool us into false belief in straightnesses.
In these paintings I am simply seeing the music of nature that the objects around us are already dancing to.
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