I started painting in oil when I was thirteen, and drowned in it. I don't know how much the substances involved had to do with it, but it was intoxicating to the extent that I frequently forgot about sleeping. And the oil colors, with their rich nuances, made my eyes awaken to something much more complex than three dot RGB color TV or four color CMYK prints.
The structure of the oil colors was also something way apart from watercolor or crayons, a three dimensional thing, already when exiting the tube. It was sculpture and painting in one. And the brush, the canvas, the magic of the varnish... There was no end to it.
I don't do much of it, now, though. But I keep on dreaming that I will, in some near future. I know the future is an elusive entity - always just out of reach. Still, I dream that then I will. I long for that moment.
Stefan Stenudd
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