IT WAS A CLOSE ENCOUNTER THAT
WEDNESDAY IN THE HEART OF ANTWERP
IN THE HEART OF PAST AND FUTURE
WHERE THE ARTIST WAS PRESENT
IN HIS OWN SHRINE OF MINDFULNESS
WHERE COLORS COME TO LIVE ON CANVAS
AND THE ONLY SOUND LEFT IS THE ONE OF
MEMORY OF FOREIGN COUNTRIES NEVER
LEFT BEHIND FOREVER IN HEART AND MIND
IN BRUSHSTROKES WILDER THAN THE ENVIRONMENT
THEY DEPICT, FADED FROM REALISM TO A MERE
IMPRESSION OF BEING – JUST LIKE THE TAILS
OF PASSING PLANES PAINT THEIR OWN
MINIMAL CONSTRUCTIVIST
ODE TO MALEVITSJ