When I was painting I felt something mysterious and heavy lifting from me. Something true to my understanding of reality and my life. Some paintings are a flap of a bumblebee on a sunny morning, others the rich color of a dream fulfilled over many life lessons.

We can run and hide from the truth about who we are and what we need to face in order to not only be free, but to just live better, feel better and be at peace with our past. And there, underneath my normal me, my layers of habits, customs and rituals is my deep I, where there is always peace as there’s nothing I can’t at peace with.

But then, there are also my dark thoughts, prejudice, fears, wounds and anger, they surface, when life gets tough and I loose contact with reality. It’s there where I found the person under the red cape. Waiting to be revealed, to disappear under the light of day, of being seen and not rejected.