I don’t have a plan when I start or trying not to have, but in the end looking at my piece I can’t help it, a tree emerge in front of my eyes. Busted!
When summer came I felt that time had come to walk the Camino. Hard to explain in any other way than it was something I had to do. I started in Le Puy en Velay in Southern France crossed the Pyrenees and ended in Santiago de Compostella and later Fisterra in Spain. It took me two months. There is not a day passing without a memory taking me back.
This walk marked en ending of a chapter, I headed back to Norway after 5 years in Switzerland. September came and I started drawing and working with colours and not having a piano nearby intensified the work and process. On The Way I had revelations, I experienced silent oasis of serenity, my mind was free from thoughts, my heart was at ease and my will was only focused on putting one foot softly and calmly in front of the other. What about trying to reconstruct this state in my heart and mind letting my hands instead of my feet work and on a piece of paper instead of walking dusty roads?
To separate thinking and feeling from my actions is difficult, but it is such an exciting and inspiring process. I can’t stop doing this eventhough every time is a struggle.
is actually a continuation, because last spring I picked up the brush and pencils, chalk whatever was at hand and started to make art again. Sitting on the floor watching my hands move the colours around, I loose the notion of time and space. This state of mind is a drug, enticing me to over and over again trying to find the means to express what I “saw” and “felt”. Even though I struggle each and every time I am usually happy to see the final result. Sometimes it is far from my vision and a real struggle to discover but it is always representing at least one tiny angle of what I “saw”.