Art lovers, investors, decorators, prestige-hunters. I welcome them all!
People collect art for various reasons.
The first category, the art lover, buys art for the simple reason that he loves it. He or she loves the particular piece of art so much, he needs to have and live with it. The artwork speaks to him in a special way and he wants to be surrounded by that feeling every day. Very likeable, great conversation!
Number 2, the investor, pays more attention to the value of the artwork and the artist. They share the opinion that art is the best investment and that art offers more security, and higher accretion than cash, bonds and other capital investment.
Also very likeable. I like my artwork being seen in context with value and accretion.
The number three, the decorator first measures the wall and then buys art accordingly. The art piece has to suit the decor and vice versa. "Could you adjust the painting to the interior of my living room?" "Sure, if I like your living room!?"
Also very likeable. I can communicate my limits and I see it as a great honor if the house fits my painting. By the way, I accept commissions! Size and primary colors of the painting can be discussed. Inquiry
At an opening I was once told by a visitor that she really liked my work but that every corner of her house is already fully designed. I thought "get rid of everything and hang my painting" but I would have given her a fright.
Another time a painting got destroyed in shipping so I had to take it back. The agent suggested I should sit down and paint it again "chop chop!". When I told her that I couldn't do that, that I couldn't copy myself like that she flippantly asked me if I don't want to make any money. The buyer was shocked and very much understood that a copy of the painting would never be the same as the original.
The prestige-hunter buys for status reasons only. He or she is also welcomed. If my painting makes him or her feel bigger and and better, then why not? He most certainly inhabits a stately home which will house my painting just perfectly. He probably likes to entertain so lots of people will get to see my artwork and that's what it's all about.
The art lover is obviously my favorite collector but I welcome them all and delight in meeting every type. I sell directly to collectors so I am free in determining the fate of my paintings.
Would you like to start your art collection? Don't listen to trends and advice but instead listen to your gut. Rely on what makes your heart sing:
Which painting do your resonate with and for what reason? What effect does it have on you? How does it make you feel? Would you like to enjoy it every day?
Choosing an artwork for your own home is a personal matter. Decide as you may see fit. Who knows? Maybe you have a real knack for discovering new talent!
September is here and the painter Henri de
Toulouse-Lautrec said: "Fall is winter's spring."
New things are born in spring, to be harvested in the fall.
Well, I meant to do plenty of painting-harvesting and show you my new series In The Desert today, but because of stormy seeding the harvest is delayed.
New artwork has started to sprout but needs a little longer until it has reached full ripeness. In the past, paintings that I picked to early ended up being painted over again due to their lack of maturity.
A new piece is never started with a result in mind. The process of becoming, playing in the stream, the creation is the finding of each and every painting.
The challenge that lies in every new work is the endeavour to manage to create a unity on the canvas.
The continuing task is to compose until completion, until it works and stands. The results might make their way into your home or hang in exhibtions inspiring the observer but for me as the artist the finished painting is of less importance.
My floodgates to creativity are always open. I love color, I love the texture of the ink in connection with the water, and ideas come easily.
I always work on several pieces at the same time, because so much is unleashed that I need to spread it.
During all of this euphoria I have to stay centered, steering creativity perstistently onto the track. The longer I procrastinate, or the more often I change course, the longer I need to finish a painting. Of course, it's great fun to experiment, but real satisfaction only comes with added structure.
Balance between open playfulness and staying true to the course is key and is what makes a painting grow up.
Creativity is fluid. It is constantly flowing. It is always there and waiting for us to connect with it, to explore, and to originate something. Everybody accesses creativity in their own individual way.
At first, there is playing (there is nothing as forgiving as a white canvas) and then one gets to work, reviews, starts to channel and to lead. That part is hard work and demands one's total focus and energy because there is a constant back and forth switching between the left and the right side of the brain. Only acting in unison of left and right brings about the desired outcome.
Steered creativity is the finished painting, the fall, the harvest in the art.
"Great things are not done by impulse but by a series of small things brought together." - Vincent van Gogh
The other day I saw an ad by the art museum Hamburger Kunsthalle on the
subway. The entire train was plastered with the following questions (I added my answers):
- Do you have to understand art? "No, I mean, who understands it?"
- What is art? "Basically everything, but unfortunately rarely anthing."
- Is art a luxuary? "Yes, but it's also a basic need."
- What does art want? "Everything, especially seduce you with yourself."
- Does art have to be beautiful? "No, but it helps."
How do you answer?
Heaven on Earth und Aether are available for
€ 249.- (instead of € 290.-) including shipping (worldwide).
Both paintings are 50 x 50 cm (19,7 in x 19,7 in),
created in 2012, signed,
provided with wire for easy hanging,
and with felt buttons to protect your walls and for good air circulation.
The ink I use is non-fading, age-resistent, smear-proof, and highly brilliant.
I solely work with the ink of Rohrer & Klingner and Nan-King of Lefranc & Bourgeois.
Two little jewels which transform any space into an elegant, individual, and special one. They can be purchase together or individually.
Even a painting has to get out and into the fresh air every once in a while and so
it happened that one day Butterfly (Butterfly Series) went out to the city park. When Butterfly arrived he first took an invigorating bath in the sea of flowers. The rudbeckia provided some shade
for which Butterfly was very grateful indeed since the sun was scorching his pigment.
After that he went on to the Reader's Cafe where he enjoyed a delicious cup of coffee. Refreshed, he joined the other park strollers for a game of chess. The match was exciting and Butterfly played brilliantly.
On the way back he met up with his best friend. What followed was a heated argument about whether or not acrylic paints should be abolished entirely. Butterfly found acrylics' lack of vibrancy appalling.
Afterwards, he took the bus home because his canvas had become tired.
On his way back to the studio he went for a quick spin on the playground at the corner. On the climbing wall he got rid of all the excess energy from the discussion.
Finally, he hung himself back on the wall where he was prepared for the photoshoot.
He was for sale!
While he was waiting in make-up he got to thinking: He could really come to terms with any type of new wall. What are light incidence, candle fumes, smoke, chubby little hands full of chocolate or boring conversation in comparision to what he experienced today?
Maybe he would end up in a harmonious home with charming owners, who led inspiring conversations, kept the room at perfect temperature, gave him proper lighting, excused themselves respectfully and went outside to smoke, told their children that he was not to be touched and did everything possible to provide him with a proper place. After all, Butterfly was a painting of the world whose value would only be increasing continously in time and who needed to be placed accordingly.
Yes, that was the new kind of owner he imagined!
Today he had been reminded again that what we think, we become and so he made the decision to watch his thoughts more thoroughly and in case of negetivity he would redirect them.
He was looking forward to the photoshoot now and he would present his best self. He wanted to impress the new owners right from the start.
What a day! Butterfly was satisfied.
Is art important?
Counterquestion: What would we be without art?
What would we be without paintings, books, music, films, operas, plays, fashion, bouquets of flowers, cooked creations?
We wouldn't have any culture and and wouldn't know what to do with our money in our spare time.
Hanging up a work of art or a photo at home and living with this piece of art is enjoyable, inspiring, gives us something to talk about with interesting and boring guests likewise, decorates our walls, and lets us explore our individual taste which we then can exhibit for others to marvel at.
Art connects us to our humanity, to ourselves, lets us feel and experience.
Friedrich von Schiller
As much as joy is part of our human experience so is pain. Art shows us that we're not alone in our pain and in our joy. And maybe it can show us ways to cope with the pain or lets us share our joy with others.
Are brings us into balance and can complement what is missing in us.
Entire countries have fallen in love with a particular style of art attempting to bring balance to society. France, for example, in the late 1800s appreciated the art of Jacques-Louis David, who was an exponent of classism with its clear and simple, sometimes strict design vocabulary being a total opposite to the decadence and sensuality of rococo, which had reigned beforehand.
Also, England in the 19th century discovering the pre-Raphaelite whose colorful, close-to-nature work was a great contrast to the brutal effects of the industrialisation.
Among others art is witness, path-shower, healer, therapist, propaganda, lover, conscience, and job-creator.
Is art important?
Every culture has art. Art allows us to be complete beings because expressing oneself artistically is a fundamental human behavior, just like laughter or language.
Art keeps us sane and healthy, since it stimulates or calms our mind. It helps us to express ourselves where words fail to do so. "If one could express it with words, there would be no reason to paint." Edward Hopper
Art tells us our history. Our personal history as well as history shared as a collective.
And art brings us together in order to have a shared experience.
Picasso was once asked by a German soldier in Paris whether he was the one who painted Guernica, icon of political art. Picasso answered: "You painted this picture, not me."
Likewise, the türkish artist Zehra Dogan answered the judges whether she painted the painting depicting turkish flags decorating destroyed houses in a Kurdish distric: "You painted this picture, not me." Currently she is serving two years and 10 month in jail.
Art must be allowed to be, live, and breathe - for the highest good of all.
At the opening of the Documenta14 in Athens:
"Finally! Finally simply nothing but art", said the elderly lady from Athens, standing in awe on the Syntagma-Plaza. "...something that has nothing to do with the crisis."
Is art important?
Summer is on its way and with it comes the desire to spend more time outdoors.
The drawing ink also wanted to get outside for a change, out of the studio and into the fresh air. And so, she went onto a trip into the blue, letting her pigment lead the way.
The paint brushes in the studio had told her of a dreamy bay, where apparently one could splash around wonderfully.
So she packed her bags and started out in the direction of the bay.
She was excited to take a bath in the cool, clear water, which probably would be much more refreshing than the murky waters her mistress always splashed about.
She didnt need a bikini, the ink always goes swimming in the nude.
So, she took the highway A7 towards Inklake and enjoyed the lovely scenery along the way. There was a slight overcast, which was promising to clear up though.
Her trip lead her over a delightful bridge, where five glorious cottonwood trees lined the riverside.
She also came by a wonderfully fragant field of blooming poppies. It's splendor knocked her flat and so she decided to take a rest here and take in this eye-candy-like beauty.
Her journey went on and she was smitten with amazement when she suddenly saw what appeared to be a glacial lake. A glacial lake in the middle of the country? In the middle of the summer? Well, this was no ordinary glacial lake. This was an ice-cream lake that only looked like a glacial lake. Anybody who wished was allowed to help himself to the ice-cream. So the ink helped herself to a few scoops. She couldn't figure out what kind of ice-cream it was but that was irrelevant. It was delicious!
On the way to the bay she also passed by a small lake that was flanked by a group of four smaller lakes. She had faith in the paint brushes though and so she waited to go swimming until she would reach the bay.
When she finally reached the bay it was as if there was a switch being flipped inside her. Seeing the beautiful blue of the water all the stress of the art studio simply fell off her and she sent a silent thank you to the paint brushes for their great tip. She would definately return the favor!
Being one with everything she fueled up on life-energy and stayed in the water until her pigment started to shrivel. She began reflecting on her life purpose as ink because no vacation is
complete without a little bit of pondering life itself as such.
She felt reminded of her mission helping her mistress paint good paintings and looked forward to returning to the studio refreshed. She really had a great boss. One who often wasted way too much ink but one who knew what she was doing regarding the larger picture. So, on her way back she desiced she would vacation more often. Her mistress could simply use acrylics for when she was away.
The ink's break came to an end - until next time.
What would we be without Henri Matisse? When he says "Painting is not coloring shapes but shaping colors" I want to sing, dance, laugh and a few other things.
The impressive colorist Matisse set color as the foundation of his work and as the center of composition.
"The paintings of the Impressionists built with pure colors proved to the next generation that these colors, which can be used to describe phenomena of nature, independently of these phenomena, have in themselves the power to address the feelings of the viewer. In fact, the stronger they are, simple colors can affect the feelings more so, for example, blue, increased by its complementary color, acts upon the feelings as an energetic gong, and the same also applies to yellow and red. Artists must be able to make them sound as they need them to be." - Henri Matisse
In this context, I would like to bring an exhibtion in the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art to your attention:
Matisse and Diebenkorn
This exhibit must be breathtaking and I hope it will come to Germany at some point. I'm sure it'll be worth keeping one's eyes peeled for the show's catalogue.
RED - Did you know that red is the oldest colour there is, being the first one receiving a name?
Bugattired, cadmium, purpurin, poppy-red, embersred, carmine, salmon pink, mahagony,
roman-violett, or scarlet - they all look as superb as they sound.
The Spanish word for coulourful is identical with the word for red: colorado.
Red and also black are two of the oldest artist's colours there are, being documented in Sumer about 4000 years ago. The sumerians used a type of red pigment created out of red lead. Around the time of antiquity vermilion, made of quicksilver and sulphur, replaced the red pigment. Vermilion is still being used today.
Being the colour of love and of hatred, symbolic colour of the aristocracy and of communism, the colour of warriors, judges, blood, fire, and correction - red is the colour of all passion.