Come On Already!

2019

Oil colour on 46 x 55 cm prefab canvas.

The goal for this painting was to imagine what the dream-come-true-mountain for me could be like, being a rock climber. At least it should be steep and varying—with rope length after another of perfect stone quality. It would make for a fantastic day which is started in the morning hours but ends only in the first light of dawn into a semi-frightening descent, riddled with being lost. It would be that time when the last water has been consumed way long ago, packed lunch was insufficient, your feet barely hold you upright and you would still need to march on moraine for kilometers to get to camp. But it's all about that feeling when you finally fall on tent matress and your head swirls as if you were drunk, the hasty band-aids of your torn knuckles stick to the fabric of your sleeping bag, and your last concerns are whether you got a heat stroke. Suddenly you realize there was a small bottle of rhum tucked to a tent sidepocket.

The climbers in this painting are just arriving at campsite to pitch their tent. The blue of the sky is like the depth of stratosphere. Some concern is raised by the shape of clouds: will they wake into a thunder front in the morning? Life is once again full of the sweetest excitement. The man is panting underneath, having one of his countless pauses, when the woman's amused voice rings out: "Come on already!"

This became a visually pleasing work in my opinion and it has the dimensions to prove that, too.

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