Bij mijn schilderijen maak ik meestal gebruik van mijn reisfoto’s. Ik maak een uitsnede of een collage en vertaal die in grove kleurvlakken in een beperkt kleurenpalet. Vaag herkenbaar staan de kleurvlakken voor de onduidelijke herinneringen. Daarna begin ik met een penseel en zwarte verf aan ‘mijn reis’ over het canvasdoek. Daarbij probeer ik soms het oorspronkelijke beeld te ‘reconstrueren’ maar vervolgens ook weer mijn eigen waarheid te creëren.
In elk schilderij ontstaan daardoor twee dimensies die steeds weer nieuwe details en herinneringen prijsgeven terwijl andere weer verdwijnen.
The more I go, the harder it becomes to return - BertTaken (acrylic on canvas 60x80cm)
Rajasthan, India - This is the road you have been on since you were born and did not know - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
New Orleans, USA - Because the Cajun Queen must dance right on down Bourbon Street - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm) SOLD
New Orleans, USA - A place to hide for the marching horns while tasting the naked midnight - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm) SOLD
Sapa, Vietnam - The sun wakes in the morning in a dress of Ha Dong silk - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Mopti, Mali - I am the river of all their sorrows because their well has now gone dry - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm) SOLD
Santiago de Cuba - My verses are light green but they are also flaming red - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm) SOLD
Havana, Cuba - When Juanica and Chan Chan were sifting sand at the sea - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm) SOLD
Nairobi, Kenya - And then we entered a world where bones break easier than hearts - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Cai Rang, Vietnam - The Mekong River slides past the old market and baskets full of wisdom - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Rajasthan, India - Railway travel is a passing shower that lasts only till the destination comes - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Havana, Cuba - Havana buses are like the Saturday night movies containing sex, violence and bad language - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa - On that day the rhythm of life followed a syncopated tune - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Salvador de Bahia, Brazil - Their bodies swaying like coconut trees caught in the Carnival storm - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Djenne, Mali - Ride in that fog of dirt dressed in bright fabrics - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Pisac, Peru - After so much history, we succumb to these simple things - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Pushkar Camel Fair, India - Traversing the undulating sand dunes to perform penance for a thousand years - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Kandy, Sri Lanka - Devil dancers dance on to the shudder of drums in the dripping fire of coconut torches - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Blue Note, New York - It hurts like the blues but there are no words to tell - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Blue Note, New York - It hurts like the blues but there are no words to tell - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm) The making of ....
Beale Street, Memphis - And from his trumpet flows the sound of honey mixed with liquid fire - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Bamako, Mali - When rain meets a sunny day we move like there’s a solar flare inside - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Odalisque 02 - The last day reclining alone in this exotic blue velvet draped room - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
Odalisque 01 - Her unrespective love rewards the brave and cherishes the coward - Bert Taken (acrylic on canvas 60x80 cm)
