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I love the coziness of home - the comfort, the warmth, the feeling of a sacred area in which I can exist calmly and honestly.
I want my paintings to contribute to this feeling in the home of their owners.
I talk to them sometimes while I'm painting them. However, I accept that they are not mine. For me is the introvert creative process, but the end result has its own destiny. The right person finds them at the right time - always.
After I read Ernest Becker's - Denial Of Death I am now convinced that I started making art as a way to cope with my own mortality.
Rank asked why the artist so often avoids clinical neurosis when he is so much a candidate for it because of his vivid imagination, his openness to the finest and broadest aspects of experience, his isolation from the cultural worldview that satisfies everyone else. The answer is that he takes in the world, but instead of being oppressed by it he reworks it in his own personality and recreates it in the work of art…
Ernest Becker discussing Otto Rank in The Denial of Death
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