Facing the growing flood of industrially and electronically produced images, one has the impression that the last picture has been painted long ago, as if such a conception is now considered a phenomenon that’s time has past. Artistic endeavour takes place on many different levels, as a creative and communicative process in which creative projection planes are provided for the observer as well. Painting opens up the possibility to extend boundaries, to produce individual structures, to portray contradicting or parallel worlds, which remain linked to reality. Experiences are stored, forgotten, buried and transferred to the canvas in their compact and abstract form. The studio work requires constantly striving for intensity, a struggle that includes frequent failure.

The process of painting itself can be compared to a sponge, which soaks up life’s joy and melancholy. My conception is not to relate stories; I wish to shatter, to bundle the poetic and the trivial, to confront the final result with the beginning and thereby establish tension. Certain methods I cultivate by working serially, but my way of painting includes no preconceived vision, which is then worked towards. To be time and time again surprised upon approaching a vague place where nevertheless one can’t linger for long, is what makes this stream of consciousness adventurous.

For the sake of progress, things need to be examined from time to time and thoroughly interrogated. The certainties in life are mostly short-lived. The path to artistic achievement is cobbled with trial and error, otherwise the struggle lacks the necessary enjoyment. In my best moments I find myself cocooned in a kind of time capsule, a form of trance, which I would like to share with the observer, a room for association and personal interpretation. The drafting of my own ordered structures on the canvas, I recognize as a means to counter inner and outer chaos.