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I have no idea what art is. But the concept is irresistible. There is no way of moving away from it after getting some sort of grip around some aspect of it. The completely material is my angel on it. The material and not the thought or idea of it is my medium to achieve objects that carry within themselves an element of something unknown. To find elements that are in some way or other unrecognizable is my continuous goal. To achieve this I have to liberate myself from method and simplify the forms I work in. An object of art I experience fall from my material activity and concrete consciousness is in this limiting. Conscious focus may create impressive objects that are usually empty shells. Art avoids the conscious it seems and to grasp it just for a glimpse I have to trick myself into not looking and thereby bring it to reality through action not thought.

One of the watercolours I did this winter. The format has followed me several years and wind upp framed 35×41 cm large.

Another drawing turned black through lack of content. But it has content. It’s black though not completely and that makes it contain some presence. The text is in norwegian. If you ask me I will translate.

It started as a watercolour and wound upp as a drawing.

I thouroughly enjoy bleedthroughs from previous and later pages. It’s like the mudling upp of memory.

The pens I use these days for writing and making paralell lines.