talking horses, The horse is in me and in you too, I am looking forward. There is a meeting between me the horse and the painting. If you are painting a picture of a horse, you do not know what it will be in advance. You have to let go and let the feelings go. The more insecure, And clumsy you are and less control you have, the better is the horse. I paint my horses because it's something I cannot do.
The feminine. The sensuous. A picture of three horses. . Where are we now. Mother, father and I in the background. I was born of a horse, but I was not a horse. My sister was my horse. I was her head and will. It has been almost an obsession. I have always painted horses. It has been almost an obsession. Where did my horse go. Why did she leave me.
You are characterized by a clenched energy. One feels almost physically that you now feel it is time to fight back. Not least against critics who claimed that you have been too superficial. You feel sore. But you know You are going to pass. The images will be made.
I did not answer it I wondered, but rather answers to questions I had not yet thought of. Perhaps it is also the case in the face of the images. I remember luminous figures, riders, winged beings and centaurs, as from another dimension,