Places
The landscape that dissolves, the landscape that allows itself to vanish.
Nowhere else was this as present to me as in the ‘Horse Studio.’ The studio in the polder, with a view of the grasslands where the horses would come to greet me in the mornings. Steaming, snorting. Still invisible as the day was about to begin, or later, as the day slowly transitioned into early evening and beyond.
It was a seemingly empty landscape.
But you could feel the presence of life, vibrant life
The landscape that dissolves, the landscape that allows itself to vanish.
Nowhere else was this as present to me as in the ‘Horse Studio.’ The studio in the polder, with a view of the grasslands where the horses would come to greet me in the mornings. Steaming, snorting. Still invisible as the day was about to begin, or later, as the day slowly transitioned into early evening and beyond.
It was a seemingly empty landscape.
But you could feel the presence of life, vibrant life
Places IX, 2020
Acrylic on paper
40 × 40 cm (15 ¾ x 15 ¾ inches)
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