I startet painting abstract oilpaintings, when I had to build my house at daytime, and make illustrations in the late evenings.
I was tired of laying bricks or hammering nails, every night, when I started making newspaperillustrations. I had to make theese illustrations to get money, and I never did sleep much.
My atelier is situated in front of a big field of grass and animals passing. Deers and foxes. Behind it is the wood.
In the nights when the moon is illuminaiting the field, and a fox is limping its silhouete over the field, one can feel a longing for the untamed energi in nature.
Under the influense of physical tiredness, creative tiredness, bad redvine, and the surroundings of my atelier, I took and old brush and started painting on an unfinished canvas.
My mine was unconscious, but with a zoombi-like energy.
This continued night after night.
I took what I found of old tubes with any color. I turned the canvases around all the time on the easel. I put the them on the floor. I pressed whole tubes out over the canvas, and I threw paint on them.
I felt relieved and desperate at the same time.
I didnt show them to anyone, even my family.
Whenever figurative elements occured in the pictures, I overpainted them.
Memories from jungles in India and centralamerica steamed in. My doubt of the whole thing, created a motion, which led my dim thoughts to the scene where Jesus cries : My good why have you left mee?
Some creaters from prehistoric oceans occured. But I overpainted them, cursed as figurative.
I ended up with a lot of pictures different from what I did before.

Now the abstract painting is exchanging elements with my figurative works as an interactive energi.
Continuously breaking down phrases and giving new letters to the visual alphabet.