Lately I’ve been quieter; the space around me tightens, and I miss the sky and the mind wandering. “Blue” me symbolizes an outcry, a quest for release, a wish/desire to be able to see the skies without the clouds obstructing my clear view yet again. Driving around in a car that already knows where I am heading to. The need to find blues and to think blue – that is why my old landscapes have been attacked by Prussian blue sprinkles whose aim is to evoke a mixed feeling of revolt and contemplation.
The discovery of cyanotype along with my passion for photography as a witness of my mind wanderings and research work, as well as the choice of cyan as an expression method of its own, has led me to this very technique that allows me to integrate right from scratch the processes of drawing, painting and using photography on one only canvas/artboard without collages.
