The story

Blob upon stain to stillarism

Cre­at­ing art with dig­i­tal tools – what could that look like? This ques­tion arose for me towards the end of my pro­fes­sion­al life, trig­gered by a par­tic­u­lar expe­ri­ence. Despite my artis­tic train­ing, I had worked in mar­ket­ing for a long time and done a real­ly good job there. Iden­ti­fy­ing new devel­op­ments, solv­ing prob­lems cre­ative­ly, trou­bleshoot­ing – that was where my strength lay.

I rec­og­nized ear­ly that a dig­i­tal rev­o­lu­tion was immi­nent, which would force us to rethink our approach. Not just in mar­ket­ing, but in almost every area of ​​dai­ly life. This includ­ed arts, which remained my pas­sion. That’s where I want­ed to con­tin­ue my research.


But it was­n’t the time yet. I still went to work every morn­ing, but I had almost noth­ing to do. My desk­top was emp­ty. I had del­e­gat­ed all tasks, relin­quished respon­si­bil­i­ty. Now I stared at the walls and watched my younger col­leagues bus­tle busi­ly down the hallway.

My inac­tiv­i­ty was dri­ving me half-mad; my brain want­ed activ­i­ty, but I had noth­ing to offer to it. To appear “busy” nev­er­the­less, I opened my iPad every day and played around with it.


And so it was this morn­ing. Sud­den­ly, my gaze fell upon a pho­to­graph. At some point, I had pho­tographed a paint­ing table, cov­ered in splash­es and drips of paint. A ran­dom, colour­ful pat­tern on the touch­screen? Not quite. Because when I looked more close­ly, I dis­cov­ered a female nude in the “jum­ble.” ​​A tor­so, like those known from the antiquity.

That inter­est­ed me. I began to exam­ine the sea of ​​blotch­es more close­ly, zoom­ing in. I saw even more shapes and pat­terns with­in them. An ani­mal, for exam­ple, an apple, and peo­ple strolling by. It was aston­ish­ing how my brain trans­formed the patch­work into some­thing meaningful.


I opened the colour droplet images in a graph­ics app. There, I could give the pat­terns and stains a con­tour with sim­ple, some­times ten­ta­tive, strokes. I began to play with the pat­terns and dis­cov­ered more and more shapes and images with­in them. The sketchy lines ensured that the poten­tial view­er would see the same thing as I did. The inter­play of the iPad, the sty­lus, and the stain pho­tos stim­u­lat­ed my brain. They helped me unleash my cre­ativ­i­ty and fantasy.

I spent the next few days at the office exper­i­ment­ing on my iPad. The dig­i­tal pen was my most impor­tant tool. I added more blot pho­tos. Here, too, I could dis­cern mys­te­ri­ous fig­ures, ani­mals, and plants with­in the blots and stains, and care­ful­ly edit them. These jour­neys of dis­cov­ery were not only enter­tain­ing, but also deeply sat­is­fy­ing. A kind of med­i­ta­tion that kept me from get­ting bored. Hours could pass as I cre­at­ed dig­i­tal images that were bare­ly dis­tin­guish­able from tra­di­tion­al paintings.


Paint­ing and draw­ing were nev­er my thing dur­ing my art stud­ies; I pri­mar­i­ly worked con­cep­tu­al­ly. I’m con­tin­u­ing that with dig­i­tal paint­ing now. Because behind it are nei­ther brush­es, paints, nor pen­cils, but a cre­ative con­cept: mak­ing chance occur­rences tan­gi­ble using dig­i­tal tools.

I call this par­tic­u­lar way of work­ing artis­ti­cal­ly stil­lar­ism. I owe the term to an Ital­ian col­league and his ref­er­ence to the Ital­ian words stil­la (drop) and stil­lare (to fil­ter out, seep through, trick­le, reveal a secret).


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