18 Jan Painting in India
India is so full of life. Full of a reality that I rarely come into contact with in Sweden. Here animals and humans share the same living space, the neighbourhood, with its narrow sandy paths between the houses, is inhabited by dogs, cats, chickens, fighting bulls, cows and humans. All sharing the space, air and water. We all live so close to each other, the mundane and the extraordinary in one place, life and death in an intimate dance. Everything happens here, and still nothing. At 3 o’clock every day the house wives from the neighbourhood gather for prayer on the terrace of the house opposite ours. My painting sessions in the afternoon are accompanied by a hang-playing neighbour with its typical metallic rhythm and sad melodies. Probably a musician from the West who also come here to focus on their creation. The music is so beautiful that I want to cry.
And here I paint. In the large sturdy house with the neighbours at 50 cm distance, all the sounds and the well where the women go to get water right outside my window. My painting room is beautiful and large, vaulted like a church with stone tiles on the floor. Here I have laid out my mobile painting studio and I add layer upon layer of acrylic paint onto my linen canvases.
The paintings take on the taste of India’s intensity, colours and and life. The light creeps into them and gives them a new atmosphere. The only thing I have to do is show up here, to my paints and canvases, each day. The magic takes care of itself here. I am so grateful for this life.
with much love,