when I first saw your works you stroke a chord with me.

I knew this, I knew you – but it felt more present. Like what i knew but don‘t know, because it seems to happen now. But – I love the old. I am in the old. I like the old. It is about sunset, the golden, the view back from a peak. I hunt the peaks for the views and I recognized the views in your works, I recognized the signs, I recognized you standing on another peak, but next to me. Oh, and my peaks arent about fame and wealth.

I then climbed on and entered a cave, covered all over with shady signs of – of what? Is this a reflection, a prophecy, an incantation or even a blessing?

The old is about systems, the new is about signposts. And I find it all in you.
It is the understanding and it is the adventurous curiosity to find out about it,
find it, see it?,
it also is about the way to the golden – out of the cave, on and on.

Beauty, hidden one, invisible, because lying on the street just a few inches beside our next or past step, in its camouflage of commonplace. You see the signs and you turn them into painting – and yet again: Is this a reflection, a prophecy, an incantation or even a blessing?

There is this one German painter you and I adore, and with whom I have spent some of my few decades. He saw the signs and turned them into painting. Decades later, people ask or define: Is this a reflection, a prophecy, an incantation or even a blessing?

Probably it is.

So, please, dont let us talk about the Almanach as explanation, or decryption, because they are no letters, no numbers, it is no riddle or code. No superintellectual-if-you-dont-understand-you-must-be-too-stupid-for-art conceptual test-tube-fertilisations.

A reflection, a prophecy, an incantation or even a blessing.
Maybe.

Thank you, Tal.
Let us climb on, enjoy the views and leave more traces.
Let them call it an Almanach.

I call it love.
René.