You plan something and it doesn’t turn out that way.
You've experienced it before, haven't you? It goes
through a lot of changes before it takes on its final
form, by which time all the soft parts are ossified.
Like the fontanel on the baby's head. The abstract
forms of BONES are symbols of such a borders of
development: the arrival of change.
The birth of the image
This is exactly what happened with piece nr. 3 of the abstract series. Originally, the shape lived in a completely different way in my head, I saw the smaller bone much less characteristic with my inner eye, yet at the end it asked for definite outlines for itself. The larger form became fuller, fuller than I imagined, you can almost feeling its smooth feel and weight in your hands.
There are a thousand kinds of black. It can be velvety, deep, sweet, prickly - a mystery that captures all colors. The black of the BONES is not completely solid, and it is the fleeting transience of the color that fills them with life.
Changes and arrivals are articulating our lives. BONES speaks of the moment of arrival because it has to arrive from time to time. Come home to this picture, come home to yourself!