It’s not the actual irish coast, but what I felt, when I stood there – above the Cliffs of Moher, ten years and two lifetimes ago. I wish I jumped back then, flew with the animals. Next time some bird gives me the chance to fly, I will join.
Far, far away there is a big city. I can hear it from here.I know there are people, thousands of them, maybe a million. I know there is a party going on. I want to go there. I can hear them laughing and chattering. French, English. Lots of words I don’t understand from the distance. From the safety of my place. There is a storm coming. I can feal it vibrating the air, down to the bones. I fear the winds, they might blow too strong. I am not ready. It’s too dangerous to leave my place, for now. Tomorrow I will go to them and join their party. For now I stay here and dance on my own.
Due to the upcoming madness in our beloved world I started an art project, featuring acrylic paintings, video, vanitas and a strong need for love, peace and happyness. I think there’s no explanation necessary of the overall meaning of it. Just enjoy the show.
In future I will be painting on the streets and in parks, documenting the beauty and peace of our current life. Then I will start war, paint over additional layers with the potential destruction that will occur, when people don’t START TO THINK OVER their political behavior. Part of the project will be video documentations of the making-of and discussions with passerbys.
Be nice to your neighbor and he will be nice to you!
The crowd is dancing, drinking, laughing. Convulsive movement, flickering lights, energized bodies, evaluating glances. They cheer and celebrate their youth, happiness and freedom. Is this paradise on earth?