GUNSCH PATRIZIA

It might strike you as odd, but that is exactly what’s happening: It is not me who finds the motives for my art, it is not me who decides what to paint, which subject to chose. No, in fact my art is finding me. Like stroke by lightning the unfinished works enter into my head, sometimes wake me up in the night, push me to take brush, flex, hammer, chisel or what material ever, bring me to an inner restlessness.  I then feel bulging and filled up near to an explosion. It is seizing me like an addiction which strives for satisfaction. Outwardly calm and composed, within myself bubbles a volcano which strives for eruption. The inwards gathered creative forces, accumulated in a far too small recipient, find themselves an expression in an explosion, urge for their realization.

Finding myself in such a state, I cannot stand myself, it’s making me restless until I find the time to let the bomb explode, to let the volcano break up through the hard stone and pour with flying sparks into an incredible racket of colours onto wood, canvas or other materials.  Only then my mind calms down until I am the composed one again.

My thoughts are getting confused, are mixing up in a quick way,  getting me to paint or to work on a stone, a piece of wood or metal. Too many thoughts at once inhabit my head, are shaking me in a way making it impossible to grasp them all. There are too many motives I see at a time. Thus I’m working instinctively, just going for it without tracing it out first, without thinking. Just let myself being guided until the work is done. Corresponding to the powerful energies flowing through myself, the colour predominating my works is red.

While working, I must absolutely be on my own. Would it be possible, I would fly by witchcraft onto a lonely island when finding myself in such states. Thus my creative work is balance for me and balm for my soul.

Gunsch Patrizia, Italy