Language of the Soul
I paint what I cannot always put into words.
I often begin without knowing where the painting will take me. I follow my feelings, the colour, the movement. Layer by layer, something emerges that I could never have imagined beforehand.
Sometimes a painting touches something within me that I did not yet know was there. Then I know: something is happening here.
For me, painting is about listening. Listening to the silence, to whatever wants to emerge from within. To something that needs no words.
I don’t need to know what a painting means. It is allowed to simply be what it is.
Perhaps that is the language of the soul:
not searching, but listening.
not knowing, but feeling.
not holding on, but allowing things to unfold.
That is where, for me, painting begins.
Karin Toma