I feel more and more present in ‘me’. Landed in my body more and more. Visible in the world more and more, to be seen – not hiding away so much or so often anymore. However there was a time that it was not so. This painting from my archive represents my acts of disappearing when slowly fading away before my own inner eyes. Even the use of colour was too physical and present for me at the time. The collective invisible pain-body it reminds me of, and the foggy mind landscape were we can hide. Were I hid.
/ portrait of the artist disappearing. oilpaint on canvas 61cm c 41cm.