The hill in this series of paintings has an irresistable attraction for me. It’s like it’s the perfect hill. Not too small and not too big. It gives you a lovely view over the district and a decent exercise getting up it. During winter kids sled down it and during summer people paraglide off it. One day I was doing a drawing of it and I noticed that my drawing started resembling a man with a large stomach lying down with feet in the air. The particular pattern of trees standing in for various parts of the body. The hill of course was the stomach. I don’t know if it was some kind of burial site a long time ago but sometimes the landscape tells you it’s story.
These paintings are the story it told me.