Oil on Italian linen canvas.
W 160 x H 160 x D 2.2 cm.
When did you realise that no one knows? Surely we all started off such that my father knows, my mother definitely, my grandparents, oh yes they know so well. My brother knows and my uncles. They know. Then ok maybe the school teacher knows really well. And the university professor, she knows. My lover knows, yes, she must know. My friends, they all know. My colleagues, the clever ones, yes they must know. The book writers must know, the authors, and the famous artists, they must know, mustn’t they? When was the time you realised, no one knows? Now I ask you to take off your clothes. Lay down in this sea of white bubbles, just gently let all this go. Let me stroke you gently, in the silence of your elevated gasping. Involuntary muscle contractions take over your body. Waves of upward tremor, spasms. Let it be, withdraw in it. No forcing, no achievement, just the waves. I watch you, as much as you watch me. I observe you and my observing of you. The viewer is viewed in this very viewment. Click.
