A smile is the shortest distance between two peopleoil and collage on board180x80cm2015
Here the winds howl in rage, with no leaves to blowdigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
Sketch for Prosperity is in your futureoil on Enduro Ice63x33cm2015
Miracle loveoil on tracing paper30x43cm2015
Melodramatic animals migratingdigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
ಥ_ಥdigital print on perspex30x42cm2015
A room filled with pictures is a room filled with thoughtsoil on Enduro Ice45x30cm2015
Vacant Stairsdigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
Vacant Stairs 2digital print on perspex42x60cm2015
Blue play dateoil on tracing paper40x25cm2015
Tribute to the epipelagic zonedigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
To avoid criticism: say nothing, do nothingoil on tracing paper42x28cm2015
Family Gatheringoil on Enduro Ice45x63cm2015
It is a good time to start something newoil and collage on board182x122cm2015
Let your personality shine tonightoil on tracing paper40x26cm2015
Made in ennui 3oil on tracing paper41x27cm2015
Bad vizoil on tracing paper43x30cm2015
Afternoon moon reflecting on flowing river, with leafdigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
Backflipoil on tracing paper28x40cm2015
Blood moondigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
Made in ennui 2oil on tracing paper41x27cm2015
Slaying the dragon of delay is no sport for the short-windedoil and collage on board180x87cm2015
Crying treeoil on tracing paper28x38cm2015
In the twilight of prepubescencedigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
Prosperity is in your futureoil and collage on board122x240cm2015
Ubuntudigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
Spirit koeksusterdigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
Blueoil on tracing paper42x29cm2015
Hokusai as a girldigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
Sketch for Slaying the dragon of delay is no sport for the short-windedoil on Enduro Ice47x31cm2015
Sketch for It is a good time to start something newdigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
All things are difficult before they are easyoil on Enduro Ice63x43cm2015
Artificially weathered shoe, with clouds, waves and fishdigital print on perspex42x60cm2015
Here the winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow
Today I opened a fortune cookie. It told me that a smile is the shortest distance between two people. I wonder what the longest distance is between two people. I have a feeling that whatever it is, it’s monochromatic. This could explain the lack of primaries, pastels and neon in the desert and on the moon.
I paint as the time slips by and I hear some people say that my paintings are becoming too sugary, and I think well it’s probably because I have something to hide. Then again, maybe if I painted myself bright green I would have an easier time being honest about things… But really, who am I to pull the darkness out of things?
Lately I have spent a lot of time looking at very old pictures, mostly medieval, Islamic and Indo-Asiatic painting. I discover Mexican retablos (prayer paintings), and am pleased that somewhere in the world painting has a purpose. I try to make a painting like this but I am unsure of what to pray for.
At some point I listen to a podcast about Hell. I find an illustration from the Hortus deliciarum (Garden of Delights), a medieval manuscript from around 1180 (incidentally also the first encyclopedia written by a woman). In this depiction of hell, the tortured look wistful and the torturers look like bear-monkeys who have lost their fur. The ‘devil’ is clasping two decapitated heads with his foot-claws. They wear peaceful expressions. All over the painting there is a blazing fire but it only reminds me of a gentle red anemone. In even earlier times, hell used to be thought of as an icy, excessively cold place. I am told it has something to do with the last ice age and the power of ancestral memory.
It is a special day today. I wonder what you would see, if you were high up in the sky, looking down over South Africa. Perhaps you would see the eye of a storm or a dust devil or the small glow of a fire. Fine dust particles in the atmosphere will diffuse everything into gentle greens, yellows and browns the higher you go. At other times when the clouds start to move in and the air sparks with static electricity, the wind howls in rage with no leaves to blow.
Gitte Maria Möller, 2015