Head lowered. A man in profile, platinum blond hair, eyes behind violet lenses. Black leather jacket, white shirt, a chain on his trousers – his hands meet at the sleeve, as if putting something in order before it all begins.
Behind him the ground storms from black through violet into light lilac, in quick, slanting strokes.
Created long before brilliant blue, magenta and cadmium yellow became the fixed palette. The loud moment is about to come. The painting shows the one before.
Two metres high in the open-plan living space: whether you come from the kitchen or down the stairs – the figure stands there with you.









