I'm strolling along on the edge between art and illustration. This night scene -- and it is so much fun to paint the trees, they just grow by themselves, meditatingly! -- is a children's book illustration, trying to show the atmosphere in another town I visited: Tallinn, my parents' hometown. The houses from 15th and 16th century were storehouses in this old Hanse trading place by the North Baltic Sea. I looked at this cute scene and said to myself: This is the same darn kitsch I've been stepping into, walking with my head up. Okay. Let's dive into abstraction once more. --
Mr Kandinsky, the sublime Master of abstract painting had a follower, Rudolf Bauer, who imitated him, believing he was even better and deserved to have his whole oeuvre bought by Mr Solomon Guggenheim. He was assisted by Ms Rebay, his lover, who kept getting on everybody's nerves until they praised the work of Bauer.
I feel I'm doing the same: follow a trodden path. OMG. Where am I going? Innocently playing with paints, imitating the abstract masters, never finding my own expression. (Sorry I'm bothering you with my boohoos, but I really doubt I'll ever find my style.)