Et in Arcadia Ego Sculpture

Et in Arcadia ego Kalamaki...the wild shores, dunes, waves and tufts of grass. A sandstorm. Nature. At a first glance, it is chaos, but actually everything is in perfect order. Many times have I stood, stupefied, upon a wild shore or hitherto untouched pebbly ground, washed up here by the river in a recent flood... The first impression is that of a bomb having just exploded, everything vehemently scattered... but when you look more closely, every single grain is in its place. The pebbles and the piled up branches bespeak the nature of what had just occurred. So what is the powerful attraction? Perhaps it is a sort of liberation inherent in this nature - a meaning, a vastness and a complexity. This is what man has lost when he built his civilisation and retreated into it. Regarding my painting, I once believed I was occupying myself with a purely graphic and professionally engaged issues. Systematic, strict, disciplined. In time, I was forced to admit that willy-nilly, painting is also about other, obviously more important processes than painting itself. We are much fonder of capably discussing art than unmasking its uncertain substrata and admitting how little it is we really know of the Essence. I had to admit to myself that in the background, there is always a special sort of pondering I have no control over. The painting is nothing more than a by-product of these mental(?), meditative processes - when completed, it is interesting, but still little more than a sort of refuse. It is like a pebbly beach that remains when the river retreats. Each of us, probably, cultivates within an imagining of a sort of essence to it all... a sort of image of the ideal we then try to merge with our everyday lives. But we are troubled by this image of the ideal usually not being very clear. Arcadia? It would seem we have already tasted it, perhaps it had been promised us, perhaps it had even been our home but we had, in some unexplained way, lost it? And on the other hand, the clarity of our vision is whittled away by everyday life with its everyday labyrinths. Perhaps this is why the vast landscape, the open sky and the depth of the sea's horizon have such a soothing effect on the clarity of my thoughts and imaginings, inviting me to undertake a journey. You may find more of authors toughts on: Photos from an exibition: