PAINTINGS 2005

With fairy tale make up, she hunts her pray
2005, oil on canvas, 123×98 cm
Be quiet, my dear guest at the door,
2005, oil on canvas, 116×143 cm
Guillotine, whispering: »And what's life like?«
2005, oil on canvas, 106×164 cm
There is no last stop, there are only suitcases
2005, oil on canvas, 164×106 cm
With horrible miracle of your caustic saliva
2005, oil on canvas, 81×171 cm
Hi, you magnificent dish
2005, oil on canvas, 106×164 cm
There is no last stop, there are only suitcases
2005, oil on canvas, 106×164 cm
At every breath, it penetrates and slides,
2005, oil on canvas, 82×174 cm
At every breath, it penetrates and slides
2005, oil on canvas, 82×174 cm
It creeps down the wal
2005, oil on canvas, 142×160 cm
It creeps down the wall
2005, oil on canvas, 142×160 cm

 

 

 

I wander through four wonderful cities.
Life is my master; love alone can save me from its clutches,
I fall with every breath and have always tried to escape.

Materials.
The even journey of the brush around the palette. The tender
contact between the brush and the canvas.
Then, the overwhelming pouring of colour, rubbing, scratching
and stabbing with the brush.
Dirty hands, rags and floor.
A splodge of green arsenic.

Ornament .
Ornament is a demon who shapes.
The weaving of carpet is the meeting between the horizontal and
the vertical thread.
The meeting of exterior with interior, man and woman, the
meeting opposites.
I plunge with my head, my hands and my heart, into him.

Death.
At every breath, it gives way and slides.
It is the fountain of madness and courage. It never stops giving.
It contains all of the charm of life. I smell it everywhere.
Falling and the indomitable refuge, the notes.

Needle.
The stabbing of the needle through the canvas. To run away.
Passage through the door.
Stitches, faithful as a dog, making room for the elusive.
The needle is my tool.
It has always stayed close to me, it is my poison.

Natalija Šeruga, 2005.