{"id":514,"date":"2025-11-06T13:49:00","date_gmt":"2025-11-06T12:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/klassejuditheisler.uni-ak.ac.at\/?post_type=person&p=514"},"modified":"2025-11-10T16:12:13","modified_gmt":"2025-11-10T15:12:13","slug":"barbara-tunkowitsch","status":"publish","type":"person","link":"https:\/\/klassejuditheisler.uni-ak.ac.at\/en\/barbara-tunkowitsch\/","title":{"rendered":"Barbara Tunkowitsch"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Catching Stillness<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

(Malerei)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

9 a.m. As I open the door, the smell of paint drifts towards me. I flick on the lights, select a soundtrack and put on my work clothes. They are covered with crusts of paint. Immediately some fresh Prussian Blue covers my left arm. Painting is always so messy\u2026 The frayed bristles of my brushes seem to agree. I prepare a mixture of turpentine, resin and medium 4. The alchemy of paint. My palette, a mountain range of colors. The music hums, light falls onto my canvas. Solidified pigments, moving brushstrokes, and layers of paste. A surface resembling shallow water. Time stands still here. I make the first mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n