I am clueless, always unsure of what sparks my desire to create. It is said that our bodies store memories, that everything that has happened to us is preserved deep inside the darkness of the body. I can feel how movements propagate within me, how a wordless non-narrative slowly takes shape. But I know nothing about where it starts - or how it ends.
I paint my hidden experiences - through the dance, the sounds and now through my paintings.
I believe in the broken. An open form. Unpredictable because the work of art arises in a process, through an action here and now. Life itself is pretty broken. Healing wounds seems to be an experience we all share. Maybe the only way to become human? Working with art - as I see it - is a way of formulating that insight. It's about transforming pain and suffering into creative energy. To hope and resistance.
Looking into the darkness can become the tool that helps us discover the extreme beauty of life.
- Lotta Melin
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