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As an artist my visions evolve from the turmoil of events and emotions I encounter on my way through life. Like a symbiosis of organic cells interacting with mine, tales of the past and the future arise. The colours are my lovers, the sun my happiness, the moon my secret. I have become a house of glass for others to see through to another level.
Sonja
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- Sonja Hindkjaer
- The urge to express myself comes from within, regardless of any trend in the art world. I cannot define or analyse my world of art, since I do not understand it completely myself, even after 30 years of painting! Creating for me is not a wish, but a desire from within, something I settle with Heaven and Earth. It is not thought, but emotion. Sometimes in life you lie in the darkness, dreaming about light. Other times the light is so strong that you prefer darkness. Over the past years it happens from time to time that I’m possessed by words, bewildered as to why I cannot paint. Poetry forces its way through my head and onto the paper, offering me no possibility to escape or postpone the event. Twenty years ago I created handmade books in a mix of text and illustration. Two of these books are now to be found in the DADA library of MoMA in New York. What is still in my dream world is that someone will drop by and compose music to some of the lyrics I’ve written. Creating is my lifelong love affair. I hope you can sense the spell too, in your own way, while watching my visions transferred to reality.
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