We may never touch again

My submission for #artstyleart14 with the topic 'minimalism + love hurts'
30 x 43 cm acrylic paint, varnish, cardbord and hand towels on hand-made paper

Separated through endless white/noise, constant static of mindlessness assembled in everybody’s thought – no, my thoughts. I am separating us. I can reach out on a good moment, filling the void with coloured clouds, but by touching them, proving their capacity, they evaporate into nothingness. Śūnyatā – how I hate you. There is no peace in emptiness. Nothing to grab, to use as a starting point. You seem so unbearable far away. You are holes in my heart.

As you know (if you follow my post here on steemit), I am more of a realistic/impressionistic artist. Minimalism is a foreign word to me. But I had to try. As I just finished another painting in a for me new technique (which I perhaps will explain in another post), I tried out minimalism. I started with the idea of Śūnyatā– the Buddhistic idea of emptiness, but applied it to an unwanted emptiness of feelings – the loss of love. Maybe a fictive love, a love which never could be lived. For me the direct approach was to cut something out. To show the missing, the hole, the loss. I fetched some of the paper, which I use to protect the floor with, while working with big amounts of paint, and separated blue from pink.

But I could not bear the loneliness (the poor blue and pink dots) and then began to transfer clouds of feelings to the paper: The dream of being together made from paper towels with paint and varnish. But thoughts and dreams do not hold up against reality. By staying where you are and not changing anything, the separation will continue – blue and pink will stay apart. This again brought feelings up inside of me, but no longer pink dreams but anger and hurt as you can see manifested in the darker colours and the blood red. The feeling grew into mountains and grew and grew, only to be fossilized forever.

I probably should burn this painting, because it makes me so sad.