I really don’t like Pop Art much.
It is easily digestible from a decoration point of view, printed on mugs, towels and clothes. Art as a mirror of society reflects for me here the utter boredom of consumerism. Yawn, yawn, yawn.
So I don’t know why so many of my pictures end up as such?!?? Surrealism was and is the favourite condition I am always after. André Breton and his L’amour fou was my companion at Uni. Dreams, occasions, objet trouvé and spontaneity determined my existence, still does. It is the root of my art which I have chosen, but alas Pop Art has chosen me. Hopefully, my surrealistic attempts keeps it at bay, maybe. In Pop Art, James Rosenquist is the only artist whose work I like endlessly, just to end this intro on a positive note.
To be continued.