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The easiest and at the same time the most complete and natural way of expression for me is painting, drawing, or any form of visual art and every so often I am asked to give a verbal comment on my form of art. To point to a source of inspiration may be difficult for many reasons but I believe understandable. Most people are very attached to what is called ”narration” i.e. they treat the image itself as a message which is not complete. Others just want to know something more about the picture or the artist. They want to compare what they assume with what they perceive to be “real”. I have deliberately put real in quotation marks since “real” itself does not exist. Each and every interpretation is correct and appropriate. There is no such thing as a ”mistakenly interpreted painting”. The painting does not have a separate life. Initially it comes to life with the painter in the studio, then with the viewer and then occasionally with someone who becomes the owner. For me the painting by itself is something magical, real and surreal, trivial yet holy. Every time someone is looking at it it is recharged with energy. Every time someone is giving it a chance by looking at it, feeling it, admiring it. My works are full of human figures (mostly female), of animals, of outwardly insignificant objects but each and every one of them has its own role and tells its owns story it symbolizes, pretends, presents. I am fascinated by a combination of nature and civilization, abandoned factories, houses, boats which are slowly rotting away, entwined eaten, and swallowed by the forces of nature. Post apocalyptical visions where people are back to their tribal roots. The masks, the rituals, the disguises. The power of the animals as our holy brothers. Primitive alters, small shrines. Cuttings, the crumbs, the leftovers all put into geometrical patterns and gaining a new meaning. My paintings –the spells My paintings-the talismans My paintings-the totems Human beings with the head of animals, people inside the animals, the human silhouettes in the excavated pits. Escape, isolation,loneliness, love, death and more important than all the others fear. Art as an attempt to confront my fears, art as a way of taming my personal demons.