Getting old is a difficult subject. So I wonder, how would I get old, myself? All paintings of this collection are abstract manifestations of such thoughts on ageing.
On what extend is solitude a choice? How would I, a solitary person, cope with the need of company, protection, help of any kind? How would I, a solitary person, exist carefully wrapped in care and love?
Inspired by an old hip rose bush, a solitary morning stroll through the hills, and a hot summer day.