It wasn’t Pelle’s idea to make a mosaic in the bathroom. I just had a boring bathroom and I asked Pelle to do something about it. He’s good with bathrooms. He can bend piping, install cranes and sinks, put in heated floor tiling.
And that’s what came out. A painting. Some people might say it’s a mosaic, because it’s made of pieces of tile. But most of all it’s a painting. One of Pelle’s most beautiful, warm and harmonious paintings is now firmly tiled into my bathroom wall. In that wall you can see Pelle’s two greatest assets – his hand and his heart…
All of us are born with hands. But only a few with hands that obey the will and the heart like Pelle’s. On Pelle’s hands there are traces of tools, traces of oil, traces of paint, traces of thoughts and deeds meant for us. Pelle’s hands see distances, proportions, contexts. They measure time and place, where dreams, visions and thoughts have passed; they create year rings around lives lived by us and lived before us. Pelle’s hands are an inheritance that he lends to us to make us see what unites us, that which is roots. You reach roots by pulling, digging, wedging, employing patience. Roots demand hands. Patient hands. Impatient too. But patient.
Pelle’s hands are simply creative. They challenge the resistance offered by the material and mold it for us to look at. That’s what made the wall. It offered a lot of resistance. Bloody resistance. Corny and windy resistance. Through that resistance grew that which is the absolute opposite to a wall. Depth. It takes a masterful hand to create depth in a wall. You can fall into this depth and be moved, just by standing before it. That is how you now enter this bathroom. You fall into it and let yourself be washed away.
All of us are also born with a heart. That is what speaks within us. Besides keeping us alive as long as we walk among our peers, it has a silent voice of its own. Pelle’s heart I’ve heard for a long time. Half a lifetime, or more. It’s a warm voice, an unruly warm voice.
It doesn’t have as much patience as his hands, yet it never tires. It has the most significant character for a heart – it lacks indifference. If indifference is the greatest sin, Pelle is free of sins. At least his heart is.
What we see in Pelle is a talking heart, forging its thoughts with the hand of patience.
Journalist and film maker