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Demon
Acrylic on wood
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Why did I paint demons, I asked myself. Maybe because it’s an interesting theme. An evil painting which is frightening people. They would see ugly heads with wide open mouth. So I thought during painting. But it wasn’t like that. I never do paintings with spezial intent. The demons in my painting came by themselves out of the dark. Like a dark message out of my inside. Sometimes, in very dark nights this message hung in my room. I lay in bed and had a confusing dream. A dreary chaos, titled loneliness. It made no harm waking up from this dream. Here I lay and tried to think about something pleasant. But in some night the pleasent relaxation didn’t come. The other way round, the demons came out of the darl, just as they waited for long to show themselves. In these nights they appeared when i was half in sleep and thought that all is fine and that there is no reason for fear as there is nothing in the room to be afraid of. But why did i hear this noise, gentle hissing like there are other, invisible persons in the room which want to get in contact together. Evil shadows came out of the corners of the room and came closer to my bed. The hissing got louder and closer to my ears, like a warning or an order. Despite my fear I opened my eyes to see if anybody is in the room, but i saw only dark shadows and contours of heads floating around. They moved forward and backward and the hissing didn’t stop. It was a warning, an order. Should I do something and how ? I looked to my watch, it was 1:30 am. After a while the appearance was over. What did they want to tell me, I asked myself. Probably demons came out of my inside I said to myself. But i didn’t calm down becaus i knew something was here and wanted to say something important to me. I wasn’t a dream, but reality. One of these strange experience which are possible in some dark nights only.
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