n a t u r e o v e r t o o k e a r l i e r

Isometric landscapes lean over to the viewer. The city grows and grows before it tips over. Nature has a say in it.

As if we were all urban citizens who can do without, we try to restrict nature, but the grass comes up along the tiles. It is there (was there always) under the concrete surface, waiting to emerge. Like wind that interferes in the streets, taking over the organized static life of straight lines. Like a past that enters the future.

I love works where nature takes over. In paintings of Bonnard, in drawings of Hockney, in the vibration of Pollocks compositions. In this new series I portray nature as an overwhelming ornament, pushing itself through the surface, as a pill through a blister strip.