Sometimes we know, what will happen tomorrow – a wedding, cinema in the evening, work as usual. Yet, there are surprises at every turn. Things keep happening beyond our control – oh, surprise! Cinema has surprises, every frame. If predictable, we call it bad cinema. Art goes beyond. If no surprise is stored, what’s the point? Therein lies my paintings which aren’t really mine.
In the now, surprise dissolves. If there is afterlife, will it have surprises? Will the light bend?
losing our grip on purpose 