I don't really paint. But 'painting' is a good word to describe all the unusual ways I depict what I imagine compared to what I see in front of me. So in this sense I 'paint' with all kinds of media, ideas and materials. I love the mix and the change of perspective. And then I notice all I do is express our mind-blowingly diverse yet weirdly common destiny which nobody will ever understand.
Comfortingly, my favorite medium these days is wool. The wool I use is natural sheep wool, hand dyed in many vibrant shades, sometimes mixed with silk, cotton yarn, and alpaka wool from animals I know by first name. The process of creating such a ‘natural artwork’ is meditative, intuitive and physical, yet it requires a lot of planning and interpreting what I envision into a complex fluffy composition, which is transformed into a dense single layer through the process of wet felting. It's a way to capture the aura of an idea.
Painting with wool requires a fresh way of seeing, combined with a very physical, intuitive technique to translate the imagined into a composition that is, through the wet felting process, transformed like alchemy into its final form. Layers of color, detail and direction move, merge and melt into substance. Emotions emerge, drawn with soft organic fibers and turned into a one of a kind, dynamic, colorful, warm and natural medium.
But comfort is only comfortable for a while. Then it's time to switch to something else: clay, wax, paper, 'mixed media', sometimes from the side of the road... less fluffy emotions, crispier thoughts, new insights,
and see what's next.