Flag with rust

In her work Patricia Wolf thematizes water, wind in reference to generators and thus the extraction of energy and its conversion into mobility. Within the artistic medium of painting she uses transparency, this transparency leads to the fact that the space is included in the work. A dialogue develops between object and viewer in which the moment of transience enters.

Hidden fragment

"The stator roars on the mental blue with quiet tones".

Stator bricks are individually profiled from electrical steels for use in a motor and then assembled and joined into stacks to form the core of transformers or the stator or rotor of electric motors. The bricks are from a school building project in North Africa, with the sale raising money for a better future associated with education.

Education is our most important accessory for a just system like the motor here, which shows only a fragment. In the manufacture of electric motors, the stator laminations are wound. Without women's hands, the winding would be very difficult and the motor would not be in use. For me in the artistic dialogue the inside of an electric motor means a metaphor for our human brain: How multilayered are our developments, which level interacts with the other, how can we recognize the system in detail and in parts? Questions we might find out if each level is visible like a stator plate and its fragments.

youtu.be/lXWAq_8hWzg</<>

youtu.be/OXgCtUv7Z54

red

2006, canvas, various red pigments with oil , 200 x 140 cm

Red is a primary color full of power, feelings and the story of life. The theme of emergence, birth, love, passion just as suffering and death are associated with this color. How does a red in red picture and what accompanies me when I look at it? I have faced this challenge and it became an oil painting on which I painted for a very long time. Layer upon layer and again and again this physically exhausting movement to represent the color in the flow. Today, after 14 years, the picture still has this radiance, a power that touches me and accompanies me with pleasure. My thread, or even the power to start over and over again with the knowledge it does me good.

My Jewish identity