Olle Witt

The process always begins in the painting itself. I approach without a clear image of what I’m going to paint. I back off and try to find out what my next brushstroke could be and in which direction I can push the shapes. Back and forth. The painter should use their sonar.

I realised on one occasion that this painting could have become a Munch paraphrase.
I listened to Fred Again’s “We’ve lost dancing” on repeat while painting, perhaps I’ve made a Fred Again paraphrase.

A time will come when you sink
Your floorboards will creak deep into the position of a blue L
L as in Loser

Here, at the end of days
Cargo in disarray
A boat is also the belly of a blue whale