arts are a language. A language, different from verbal communication,
yet just on par with it and in some sense even superior to it. (Or
imagine: „Visual art transforms an eye into an ear“.)
Therefore it seems to be a conflict to verbally speak about visual art.
It is as absurd as to try to explain a joke. Each time I am supposed to
verbally reflect on my works, I am at a huge loss. I do so only when
exceptions arise – as in now, for example.....
Good! I will be using a trick. I will not write about my artwork but
about my personal path to art.
believe that in each (true) artist there is somewhat of an autist, from
the start. A character that more or less deviated from the norms of
life. As a child, I was already somehow different than others.
early on in my life, as a son of Slovenian emigrants (Slovenia –
Germany), was I put into an emotional spin dryer. From this experience I
crept up a bean stalk on an tree of societies' norms. I tried to reach
for the sweetest fruits dangling on top. Then, I realized, that the
creeping and the climbing really wasn't something I had fun doing.
rather lagged behind.... and when I realized that the tree of the
prevailing norm didn't fit me, I decided to plant my own tree next to
the external circumstances that made me choose the unconventional life
of an artist?
am still part of society but I am peeking at it from the side. And in
those nights with a full moon, I am looking at it down from heaven....
believe it is an imprint, a birth, to hope for salvation in the world of
member of the „mainstream“ I would practically be dead. Buried alive. A
horrible feeling! –
Therefore there is only one last resort for me: arts! And because the
„World of Art“ is just as non-existent as the „Blue Flower“ from Novalis,
art is a permanent new invention of one's own life; art is the path
through one's own life.
Through the language of my artworks I am trying to process my own life.
I am conveying my life to others and drawing conclusions, while
empathizing my passion and hoping for a few open ears (and eyes) in this
people who can take pleasure in my artworks belong to the society in
which I want to live.
what do I do when I produce a painting?
Slovenia / Germany
oil on canvas,
artwork by Damijan Fric