Reflection on my paintings

My works had become too stiff. They failed to leave space for open-ended interpretation. I was not trusting the audience enough.

The paintings carried overly concrete messages, which gave them a certain rigidity. The ambience, the atmosphere of the blue hour, the sense of others, was disappearing from them.

What animals are there? What sounds can be heard? What does the air smell like? How cold is it?

I want my paintings to function as openings toward otherness and sensation, not as limitations imposed upon the viewer.