The Story of a Painting

Delicate Order

The meeting of brush and palette knife forms a fragile, deliberate construction.

Trembling hands have no place here—only a precise, conscious randomness

built upon meticulous planning. The colors exude freshness and curiosity, yet

also a sense of fragility. One must speak softly here. Wood is the foundation,

acrylic the framework, and oil the ornament.

17 Mile Drive

Visiting the 17 Mile Drive feels like stepping into a world both enchanting and

elusive. Its atmosphere is captivating and magical—inviting, even mesmerizing

—yet it carries a hint of mockery in its unattainable perfection. The vibrant

abundance of colors is deeply inspiring. Though the painting depicts a single

place, it carries the hues and mood of the entire coastline. Behind a slightly

intoxicating, misty appearance, sharp contours emerge through the contrasts of

color. Here, the power of the palette knife is fully realized. In the background, a

non-existent city seems to appear—surfacing not from memory, but from a

deeper reflection. This work was created through the joined effort of oil, palette

knife, and bare hands, expressing a sense of infinite beauty that remains just out

of reach. Curiosity, harmony, determination, serenity.

Fibers and Rhythm

Wood is a material I feel deeply connected to—its texture, its scent, the

awareness that we both once touched the earth. The pairing of oil and wood is a

calming combination for me. The human soul is made of many layers. Beneath

appearances lies the soul, and beneath the soul lies yet another layer—our true

selves. This painting captures a moment of the soul's breaking open and its

healing. The soul radiates warmth and clarity, but if we dig deeper, we find

bareness and innocence—something most people try to conceal. Paint – bark –

bare wood. Reaching the deepest layers of the soul sometimes requires a

harsher, more painful approach—but only then can true vulnerability emerge.

San Francisco – Leaning

The city fascinates me—its buzz, its scale, its human-built wonder. There's no

denying its magnificence. Yet I compare it to wheat. When wheat receives too

much water, the ripening head becomes too heavy, and the stalk can no longer

hold it. It bends under the weight, it is leaning. The palette knife dominates

here, with geometric cuts and decisive strokes creating a world that is both

harsh and mysterious. Its severity is masked by its grandeur and vivid colors.

Harmony of Squares – Order Emerging

So many squares. I enjoy organizing things—be they thoughts or surroundings.

From time to time, tidying up becomes essential; it brings relief and warmth.

This painting is the joint tidying effort of brush and fingers, evoking a

harmonious and cozy atmosphere. It is still in motion—the ordering process

continues—but it is almost complete.

Anonymous

The interior of a room, like a quiet mirror, reflects the subtle vibrations of its

resident's soul. The placement of furniture, the interplay of colors, the texture of

the fabrics—all are carefully chosen elements in search of inner peace. The

space offers comfort, yet gently shifts us away from the familiar. A cherished

instrument, a photograph, a painting, and a favorite chair—these are the pillars

that uphold the room, and, within it, our sense of self.

Even the invisible corners take shape if one observes with consistency—but

such conclusions can be deceiving. The paintings on the walls bear no name as

if they were blurred memories floating in silence. Only the piano speaks

clearly: Play me. Use me. That's how I become whole.

In the brushstrokes, intention and patience are embedded. Beneath the layers of

acrylic lies the quiet work of many weeks. Every gesture holds both structure

and devotion—just as the room itself is not merely a dwelling, but a confession.