When the body is not in balance with your head. Your will is so strong, but the rest is dead. A day when color speaks for it self. I want energy, I want lust, I want to be a part of my chart.
The portrait of my history.
A time when color started to attract me, just happened recently. After a long night of sleep, woke up to intense sunlight. That day, with a starving eye, went crazy with my pencil, like a child. For a long time, I have been using different blacks, white and greys. A transformation from sterile abstraction to the third layer of colors. When I use them, I will abuse them, mix the colors, from clean to dirty. Play, pay attention to each color and their own language. Dig in my subconscious, just do. A new adventure, I´m here for you.
Stairs is a polished way to reach other levels. The shape. Color. Material. I want them in my daily life. I need them. I use them frequently.
I see them everywhere. When entering the stairs it is a path to a new experience. It is the step before the door. It is the warning if you're not sure. You can turn around and walk down. If you walk up, it will be there waiting for you. It's true.
A close look on the streets of Paris. Burned house wall. Layers of repainted color comes out to the surface. The beauty in destruction. The beauty of change, pain and sacrifice. A sudden circumstance...like a fire, burned down the layers, and found the secret color behind the black wall. A look into the history of the wall. A closer look at the past of Paris. The story of another age. Visible just in front of me... I'm lucky to see.