Bass and me


Bass and me

The summer of 1991 was hot.


My studio, high above town, was heating up to 40 C degrees.


Undress” was the sensible course of action: first some, then more, ending up naked.


The fender e-bass hanging around my neck, I played, danced and grooved until my fingers were humming.


Tables with paper and pastels were lined up and waiting around the walls.

After one to two sunshiny hours of the sounds of steel strings, I changed perspective while still in the grip of the evil tones, reaching for the colourful pastels, delivering these creations to the paper with oomph.


Day after day I followed this procedure. After three months I had created a stack of drawings.


I scanned 20 of these paintings into the computer in order to edit them for publishing in 2011.