I have always been driven by looking on to a subject of interest … from a voyeuristic viewpoint … observing, following, reacting on that view …

But now the total opposite is true: I look within … To lose an aged parent is expected … how sorrow-filled it can be … but why did it hit me so badly? The way it happened? No respectful goodbye? No dignified closure?

Landing in absolute emptiness, the outside world not touching me anymore, climbing into a hole where I could hide … a cocoon … a process of healing …

My work is my medicine (however, it took a while to start), it forced me to look from the outside in … allowed me to take distance … I, me, myself became the subject of interest…

The process of healing has become the Process of Creation… My recent oil painting have become my Diary … very personal …