Lussekatter, the Swedish saffran Christmas bun, for tomorrow’s Christmas party with the class. It was possible to even bake in our small kitchen.The taste great, thank god. The saffran was 12 euros for 1 gram. More than gold.
Conversation with Sven Ballenthin, translated from German, about my pink room painting:
S: Do you paint the emptiness of the room or the room itself? I mean, why do you paint it?
M: I believe the serie is about not being able to say what you want, about this facade that we all have and using the blinds as a symbol for that. That you can see more or less of the person, depending of how much he let you see. In the earlier pictures I paint myself from the outside, hidden through different layers of masks and blinds. In these room paintings the inner body is the subject. A curtain covers the window, the light slightly shining through, meaning you only experience the light from outside. The emptiness is of course very important, I’m interested in emptiness as well as lines and geometry. But if this is my inner self, what image of myself do I then pervey?
S: Interesting is it then why the two rooms are symmetric and without closed doors between them. Maybe because you are open to yourself on the inside but to the outside you have a veil as distance.
M: That is sometimes exactly how I feel. The rooms could be different layers or personalities, but in their form alike - changeble. Rational, simple. Maybe I see myself as kind of square in different ways, and at the same time as a chameleon. There are room for many personalities in our lives. And yes, I often feel alone.
S: I find that the painting perveys that.
This could be the longest day. I slept really bad, felt sick and had pain and later realised it was my wisdom tooth that slowly presses itself up my gum. The side of my neck is actually visibly swollen. I worked from 8 to 14 with a feeling a discomfort and than rushed to school to through myself in paint. Ten hours later, after planning, drawing lines and painting time had passed midnight and I catched the last train home.
My head is as empty as my paintings.
A glimpse of today’s work
Top by the lovely Arash Arfazadeh, given to my by my love. Deforming the back beautifully, it is a piece I will wear and love.