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

MARC MULDERS   ‘THERE’S  IS NO ONE HERE, THE GARDENER IS GONE’  14.09 – 03.11

 There’s no one here, the gardener is gone.

Quote from the song Ain’t Talkin’ by Bob Dylan, 2006

 With my attempts to paint the pleasures of my garden in these turbulent times, it seems as though the loving and caring gardener (God) – who always accompanied me in the garden and pastures and in the studio – has left the mystic garden (and the global stage).

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“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”

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 Due to the constant rain and dark vibes on the global scene, I have had a different dialogue with nature in the garden since September ’23. A stuttering dialogue: the garden is flooding, and throughout the world the great deluge already seems to be taking place.

But despite this, the irises, the lilies, the roses and other floral wonders emerging in my garden conjure forth a melody that inspires me to paint, to hope.

Marc Mulders spring 2024.