ANGELICA JACOBI
There's no masterplan to tell me how and where I have to live.
As for now, I live in Porgreso, Yucatan, Mexico.
But I can't say where I will be next year.
There's no masterplan to tell me how and what to paint.
Just curiosity, the not-knowing and desire. Just reality, imagination and inspiration.
Yesterday I put the abstraction, the informal, on my canvas; today it might be the big world
of an anthill or a conglomeration of human faces; tomorrow - the colours of my thoughts.
I like to look at things in a different way; sometimes render them in slow-motion.
For seven years I have been travelling the American continent from Alaska to Panama.
Sometimes I'll stop and stay longer - in a place, indifferent to stay or leave - like now, in Mexico.
Sometimes there will be moments, when I cannot paint - like after the hurricane Isidor,
when the nature around was dying, all the leaves turned black and all the colours were dead.
But the journey goes on - in my head and in the reality.
It's a life-journey. I do not know, neither do I plan, when this journey will be over;
just as I don't know the next painting to be painted.
Sure the impressions of my journey will be part of them, but they are not photographic images,
rather feelings and experiences that influence me and whose importance I often do
realize only months after - in my paintings.
Due to the journey my perception changes.
My roots, in Germany, are far away and the reflection becomes more neutral, perhaps more distant.
Sometimes a fly or an ant becomes then the center of the world to me. I love to paint its beauty.
I do like old junk and let it live again in a painting like "The Junk".
I see the extinction of the palmtrees and I paint the loneliness of those still alive in "Palma Sola".
I have the time and the peace of mind.
I can watch the people, all their everyday-madness, their smugness and ignorance.
Maybe you can find it in a painting like "The Song of Mahomet".
I dedicate my paintings to all who take their time - and peace of mind - to contemplate them.
Progreso, Yucatan, Mexico, 2004