There’s no one here, the gardener is gone

Solo exhibition Marc Mulders (at the same time in the H.F room works of guests of Marc Mulders on view)

Here’s no one here, the gardener is gone. Quote from the song ‘Aint Talking’ by Bob Dylan, 2006.

In my attempts to paint the joys of my garden in these evil times, I realize that the loving -caring- gardener -God- has left ‘the mystic garden’ and the world stage ‘

As I walked out in the mystic garden on a hot summer day, a hot summer lawn excuse me, ma’am, I beg your pardon There’s no one here, the gardener is gone’ In the garden, due to the persistent rain + dark atmospheres on the world stage from September ’23, there is a different dialogue with nature for me, a stuttering dialogue, the garden is flooding, and on the world stage the deluge seems to already be taking place… But yet, the emerging irises, lilies, roses and other flower wonders in my garden conjure a melody that inspires painting, hope.

Marc Mulders spring 2024.