art and poetry – about healing art of storytelling

poetry and art – a journey in combining art and poetry

The combination of abstract art, symbols with words and poetry create a field of attraction. An opening of space and leading the observer to some questions, answers and insights.  It starts with a blank paper. With a motivation to move the pencil around until the moment calls to stop. The unplanned choose of color. Of placement and of rejection. Acceptance and the rythm of courage. Only to name a few of the elements which are important to me, while creating.

A spontaneous act of chaos

May it is the silence in which the last emotions drop, may the stress of a loaded workday which want to express in different structurs, or the curiosity of detecting new worlds and relations. In my work the relations evolve naturally and are sometimes disturbed by unexpected elements.

A sketch book and diary

Art opened a new dimension of keeping track of life. Still not sure if it is projecting into the future or documenting the past – always the present moment contains the next move, the next thought, the next action. In difference to a pop song or an opera the result is more static. You won’t see where the intro started, you may get some impression on the mood and rythm in which the work was done. In great moments a melody comes into your mind, some with words, others with a touching soundscape. My artwork is dedicated to lead the spectator into a process of integragtion and reflection. Beeing alive – even as a moveless piece of paper

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How useless to create contemporary artworks or poetry

You can canIt was after my studies. I left the rock band I was singer and songwriter in, prepared for my exams and dived into work life after wonderful years in Munich as a student. Moved from the city in a little suburbian environment where a friend gave me some canvass and some pigments. Never did a lot of painting before I went into it. Experimenting and learning without books or teachers. At that time my work was colourful – as I didn’t use any white at any time and my idol was my uncle Hans from Sweden. I admired his symbolic paintings and tried to imitate his style. Trees and women – that was the recurring symbols of the early phases.

I hated my artwork

These themes stayed over the years in most of my artworks. They grow and developed. In shape, in courage, in the level of detail and abstraction. But always they were a constant. I did not like them. Some years they were born without colour, in black blue and white. Other phases were full of Color. After some time I took those canvasses and started to write on them. The worthless work was enriched – and out of the unseen came a new form. In 2000 most of my stories came by this process. Starting with a word, a sentence and then letting the story spontaneously flow on the canvass. As this was a new experience there was accaptance to whatever was coming. A space without the rating critical voice, spaceous allowing creativity and creating within the secure frame of the canvass of an unwanted piece of work.

After a good decade, the words, the creativity were gone. May one of the bitter tastes of the sudden death and the emptiness after my daughter died. It took more than 18 years for me to return. A lot of tears to courage to write again. Because that meand to feel again. Poetry and art came up by coincidence again. I was asked by friends to create poems for friends who passed away. For an art catalogue of the art association where I became a member. So the journey seems to go on.

Asleep Awake and perfectly lost

a way to survive
a way to be

the own habits
forming an unique experiment

words on paper can’t fail
colours in space can’t kill
dropped meaning can’t cry
just a drawing worthless in it self

coming back to hide
leaving to reveal

coming back to experience
why there is no reason
to be lost

just the present moment to be lost or found
momentary state of being

awake

 art and poetry

art and poety

I S  N O W

it started
it ends
it is a journey
with countless births
countless deaths
continuing
to learn
to live
survive
the darkness and light
and boredom in between
until
now
the next step
can be taken
and the end of art
is a welcome friend
called isnow

 

More poetry and art

you can read more poetry and art here at those pages.
art against depression

poetry and art on ronja

art Dedication – inspired by bhuddist dedication prayer

may these words and art
put the happy inside of you
and remind you
of all the happy
always there

and may we be free
free from suffering
and grow in peace
in loving kindness
in wisdom

and wise actions
beyond words
beyond activity

dedicated to the family of human beings
and all beings
prayers for our love
our well being in peace

Thank you

the mother of my children Sandra Nonhoff
my sons Per and Finn, my daughter Ronja
my patient parents

my wise and care taking teachers
my friends and colleagues

the blessing of
Life
thank you

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