Poetic Painting At some point a certain contradiction to the square arised: the big circle or colour ball. But it had completely its integrity - and insisted to wear booties – and occasionally wings, perhaps a belt too, and even a bodice. At times it dreamt to become quadratic. But it was always made up by lots of small blobs and strokes.
Now and then it thourght itself to be a landscape with tales from different seasons and it imagined it self to be friends with the four elements. What a pretentious imagination. (Likeways check artikel by Ole Nørlyng – the drop menu: CV)