Onschuuld Waanzin 1974

Anton Heyboer made this painting with oils and ink, layering them to create a world of ghostly figures and abstract fields. Just look at the surface—it's a battleground of textures! The paint is applied so thickly in parts, you can almost feel the artist wrestling with it, pushing and pulling to find a form. And then, those delicate ink drawings floating on top! They're like thoughts, or memories, fleeting and fragile, trying to find a place to land amidst the chaos. I imagine Heyboer in his studio, a solitary figure covered in paint, totally absorbed in this dance of creation and destruction. He's got this incredible instinct for mark-making, and he just lets it rip. You can feel it in the energy of the lines, the sheer physicality of the paint. It reminds me of Cy Twombly, but with this raw, untamed edge. Painting, at its heart, is about this very process, about the messy, imperfect act of trying to make sense of the world. It's not about answers; it's about the questions we ask along the way.