Formation processes
Tools? I have plenty. Just not always where you expect them...
I paint with quality, not perfection.
My paints are carefully chosen, my brushes often from the hardware store.
I always carry my most important tools with me: my hands.
I can also find useful tools in the kitchen.
and traces of my work throughout the apartment:
small, unintentional works of art.
Only my wife sees it differently.
origin
How it all began.
Passion arose from chance. Art arose from crisis.
Five years ago I started painting, without a plan, but with inner pressure.
I never formally learned it, but art runs in my family.
My grandmother painted porcelain, my mother painted glass.
The smell of turpentine evokes childhood memories.
They both wanted me to continue, but I didn't want to; I never had any connection to art.
Only when my life fell apart did painting become my outlet, my escape, my new beginning.
process
I paint emotion, not decoration.
Art became my tool to order chaos and make truth visible.
Music accompanies almost every work; it guides the rhythm of my movement.
I don't explain my pictures.
Those who only look see nothing.
Each work has layers; I paint over many of them.
What lies beneath remains my secret.
Words like courage, strength or energy sometimes form the basis; color comes later.
attitude
I follow no rules – only honesty.
For a long time I tried to meet expectations, to find a style, to be recognizable.
I lost the joy in it. Today I paint what is real, and that's exactly what works.
I change styles, motifs, and techniques because I can.
Borders are there to be made visible.
I paint to show what others overlook, and to understand myself.
Alexander Lindenhofer
Painting between feeling, structure and truth