First there were just colors, many different colors.
I covered everything on the canvas with my own blood.
I could feel ”things” comming out from my hands,
”things” bobbling up and out from my inside,
shadows, darkness, light, figures, faces, places…
I watched all the ”things” moving around on the wet painting.
I loved it. It was like a movie of my internal life for the moment.
I laughed, I cried, I felt sorrow and I felt a great relief.
Then I lightened it all up with golden bobbles.Annonser