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THE RIGHT TEMPERATURE

Finally back in the studio! Halftime with work at the ladder sculpture, the first time that I glue my shards on a ready made object. Of course it has a lot of philosophical references, as it is custom for an old school artist. According to Ramakrishna, when you tell a child that a ladder is called a ladder, it never sees a ladder again. We have conceptualized the world, wrapped it up in language fragments and contexts of meaning. Enough! We need a heroic sculptor who literally smashes things up and reassembles them to see them back in their original magic …

And what can you do with an innocent porcelain jug? Now look at it, a few simple interventions and it is a ritual vessel! Set it up during a performance at the right time in the right place and just wait. The gods can not resist a ritual vessel that is neatly designed, they go in and the jug becomes a link. Like a living being, it begins to tell, it even answers when asked! And again I have saved a poor object from the mad materialistic thinking of our time …

Quite a lot of work here, the big painting still needs something, it was done so wonderfully uncontrolled, then became very concrete again and now it takes the old to-go-for-broke-all-or-nothing-trick, either it has had it then or it takes off into timelessness. And then the new mask: until the KunstMeeting tour I would like to get it done, Hallelujah, this time it gets even crazier than usual, like a wicked, dark blue / gold pile of broken shards right in the face, like a Batman mask on drugs, with a bird smacked across it …

I lie down for a moment, rolled up and Peng!, I’m a kind of an archetype, like a fossil, Briant the ammonite, I have to sketch that, no idea what’s going to happen with it: maybe out of the big painting a series could develope, or a sculpture maybe? As always, I am part of a communication that I understand only when it becomes obvious. Until then, just blind trust works. I know, everything fits together, like a language among lovers …

Break! Thank you Chestnut Muffin from the bakery, thank you sip of red wine from a crystal glass, thank you Esbjörn Svensson Trio, I’ve barely heard your supergroovious jazz compositions three times, yet they come along like old friends. Outside, the night is glowing, inside everything is pretty crazy. What can you do? IT wants to experience all this through me, IT uses my form for its wild games; I’m just opening the door for it, I’m just a marionette. And if I do not allow everything that goes on here from my heart, the studio night does not get this fresh fire, the whole studio is already like a ritual vessel and it is getting slowly the right temperature …