Two paintings – two different forces
Lately I’ve been looking more deeply at two forces of nature – the feminine creative energy and the masculine destructive force. My last two paintings are about exactly that. I painted them in parallel and finished them almost at the same time. You could say they are a pair – “The Natur of Nature 1” and “The Nature of Nature 2”.
The Nature of Nature 2 oil on plywood 2025
In this painting, a destructive giant rises above the forest and the meadow together with his strange companions. Just like Shiva – a devastating force without personal intention or guilt. At the same time, there is a kind of playful beauty in this chaotic movement: a reminder that decay clears the ground for a new order and a new birth.
Being a man is, of course, more familiar to me. I’ve felt the pressure that is placed on men myself, and I know how easily the “cork could fly off” sometimes and something ugly could happen. Luckily, over the years I’ve consciously worked on myself and tried to maintain mental balance. We’re not some kind of Terminators – we’re also caretakers and builders. There is a feminine side in men as well; without it, things would be very bad.
Living with three women, I learn the language of feminine energy every day. It is gentle and at the same time powerful – it creates and sustains, but when needed, it strikes like lightning. To me, women are mystics by nature: shamans, witches, magicians, seers. Something that remains beyond the grasp of reason – exactly like nature.
My own partner has strong “witchy traits”: a strong intuition, high sensitivity to energies, a strong connection with nature. On top of that, an excellent sense of smell and hearing. When we walk in nature, she often knows where an animal has recently passed through or whether someone is currently nearby.
The Nature of Nature 1 oil on plywood 2025
This artwork was not originally meant to be about women, but that’s how it turned out. From the abstract underpainting – the traces of smoke, paint drips and splashes – a figure slowly started to emerge, and around it a mood and a setting.
It became a portrait and a manifesto of the union between nature and feminine power.