Decades of years that I spent doing sculpture should be a path to the painting "Harmonielehre" today.
My work is now beyond the heavy labor of carrying, moving and shaping heavy materials such like wood sculpture or clay work. I have tipped over while brandishing a paint brush in the rush as if a tornado had hit boisterously and then I got through.
I have used expensive paint colors for a color into my favour like I use a tooth paste, and have never hesitated to throw it away when the color did not get my favour. I have also torn lots of canvas with thick layers of colors because I was not satisfied with them.
I draw with no organised plans. I respect the process of thought relying on uncertainty. I try to put formative elements on the base in colors and combinations even though I could not care less about planned the formative. I always ask myself what kind of work is the most conscious and the most unconscious.
I feel heavy when looking at a painted canvas with no space to breathe. It looks like lack of confidence.
I wanted to leave my working process without missing any moment. However I have experienced a process of trial and error for several years.
Since 1990 I lave titled all my works the titles of music. I have been fond of a musical composer rather than my works from time to time. My works have lies in the borders of music. My works contained the lines and shapes with motion all the time. However my works are changing much recently. They often cross the border of music.
I am fond of a recent work, "Composition". The work shows motionless lines as well.
I feel more relaxed and take a deep breath while crudely painting colours on purpose. I am getting accustomed to enjoying the process of work bit by bit. I seem to get to know how to work for purity.
I always concern about how to paint for freedom rather than for serious meditation.