Portrait of a young woman. Acrylic on paper.
I look for my motifs in old magazines and especially on the Internet. But the beginning of every picture is in me, not in the photo. In the beginning there isn't even an idea, but something more indistinct - some feeling. So I start looking for an expression for this feeling - a face, a situation, a gesture. Sometimes I search in my own album, in memories of old emotions - this is a surprising confrontation, because reality always hurts me. But most of all, I look through hundreds of photos on the Internet - I dig them out, edit them, enlarge them, change colors and contrasts with sliders, look into the eyes of these strangers... And sometimes, by chance, what I'm looking for suddenly looks out of a face I searched - I see my own longing.
