“One can’t write directly about the soul – looked at, it vanishes.”
C. G. Jung
I am in a no man’s land – a space between worlds.
I let go of the gaze and the life it reflects.
Painting becomes the trace of that desire: An image cannot be grasped.
Childhood is over
And with it, sentimentality.
Now I ask:
How do I bring sensuality and brutality together in one breath.
That I may offer it to the viewer?