Les Couleurs de la Vie

Some paintings can capture hearts. Or emotions. Others less so. Or don’t. What is it that makes a visual image capture the emotions of the onlooker? That is probably different from person to person – we have different likes and make different associations with different colours, shapes, and motives, just like our tastes for music and food are different. I have given up on the idea of understanding “art”. Some images or paintings speak to me; others don’t. It is not that many that do, and when going to museums and galleries of contemporary “art”, I often feel visually insulted. But then again, that might well be because I do not understand the concept of art. I am obviously not an artist. But love painting nevertheless.

The process of painting – like every act of crafting – is a deeply personal endeavour, a means of catharsis rather than a pursuit of anything else, an escape from reality, surfacing stories – often unconscious – of pain, despair, hope and love, reflecting the constant dance between light and darkness. Mirroring the turbulent and chaotic state of the World we are living in, and our turbulent and chaotic lifes within that World.

The paintings themselves are simple – trying to create a harmonic flow of lines, which in turn allows for the arrangement of colours: les colours de la vie.

If any of these paintings can touch a string in the heart of people, then I’d be happy.

This planet is beautiful. That is why I have a camera, too.