The Slides represented on the wall here were once a part of the painting.
This was no ordinary painting, but it was the last painting WE did in my life.
What makes it more special it is the way it was made.

There were four hands at that time working together.
Two artists, each with a pair of hands, painting.

The exercise started a few months before the last painting, and it seemed at first to be without intention, direction, or potential consequences.
We developed a dialog that took place across the paintings.
What was initially only curiosity, started to drill deeper and deeper in to subconscious of the “two.”

WE became paintings.

Process developed into a set of more than 40 paintings, each of them represented a unique and special conversation.
There was also another growth between us.
Silence …
Silence was growing with each next painting. Conversations were becoming more and more monologues, and visual language more and more simplified.

The last painting that happened was nothing more than big blue lake stretched over the canvas.
In a complete silence of the blue, two figures ornamented with their visions were placed in the lake, separated by the gloomy island in the middle.
Touched by the water and nothing else.

This was the last time we worked together.
He left soon back home for the USA.

Paintings disappeared, and I was left with traces of them in slides and memories.
A few times I tried to confront myself with a painting after, but I was only able to paint half of the painting.