About
Autodidact (1967)

 

My mother was an artist. She painted, drew and sculpted the most beautiful things. When we were young she put us children to work with paper and paint when we uttered words like ‘mummm, I am bored...‘

 

I always wanted to mimic her. I wanted to do what she could, but I was hard on myself. My skills didn’t reach. In frustration I decided to give the paintbrush a throw. It ended in a dark corner and I focused on other things at hand, husband, job, child, home...

 

About 12 years ago I picked up my paintbrush again. My frustration came back... I wanted to tell... It didn’t really matter how. Paint, write, draw....

 

My work is heartfelt. The feeling is always the center of it all. Feelings color your world. They color the world you experience. No political statements, no environment issues for me. It is just a feeling, an emotion I want to bring to the attention. Your emotion…