Karl Ceder
1982, Skövde, Sweden
painting
I paint time and cycle space
The forest stands at attention, a demanding, impenetrable dark wall. Long, drawn-out purple shadows over the road. I cycle into the dark. Speed is my motion, my state and dimension. The enormous mass and solidness of the mountain rises monumentally.
I strive to reach the top and my endeavor transforms into a state of trance. Power versus mass versus resistance is the experience. I push all my force into the pedals. Serpentine after serpentine. My heart rushes. I take a deep breath, my lungs open out their full extension. My lungs open up to their maximum capacity. They explode, my arms are numb and the feeling in my fingers is lost. Am I there? Is this the top? My thoughts are all my senses. Openings. I see.