Sensual Neo-impressionism.
“Inge Hørup's reality, the reality of her.
Her very personal neo-impressionist creativity, which I sense. As I see it. As I see her. As her art fills me and wants to get into contact with me. And does. It has grown and is still growing, in my inner self, I sense.
Especially during the last 4 - 5 years Inge Hørup's paintings have come to mean something very special in my universe. In a wonderful way, they feel like part of myself, my soul, with increasing strength and urgency, doing me nothing but good. They touch the inner core of my humanity, until now forgotten. I have come to see that other people feel like me. I speak with them about it.
Inge Hørup's art is particularly insistent in the way it keeps forcing itself upon me ? upon us as human beings, it seems ? with a growing and almost unuttered, screaming need to sense ourselves ? again, overpowered as we are by a society of rationalism and growth. She is both catalyst and support, I sense, passed on to us through the sensuality and joie de vivre that her paintings express in soul, blood and pulse. They redeem us.
The take up space, at once imperceptibly and perceptibly. They open up to suppressed senses (I was unaware they were), and they unfold them and my sensuality in my Ã…rhus home as well as in my Skagen media house.
The special light of Skagen is a favourite topic, and it does exist there ? at the very top of the European continent. But the light - Inge Hørup?s light ? is also in my room in Århus and in other rooms that I fill with her art. Her light, at once subdued and insistent, not from the sky, but from herself. Her paintings give me a particularly strong sense of nearness, of being near.
Her artistic form has become more sharply defined in recent years, but it is still sustained by its joie de vivre lightness, suspended far above the heaviness that we as human beings are also subjected to.
The warmth of colour and of colour compositions almost always has at its core a sensuality that touches me, irrespective of the motif.
Often then, I feel like seeing reflections of myself in one of her paintings.
And I do.”
Claus Jacobsen, journalist, author of several works on art and culture, former sub-editor at the culture office of the newspaper POLITIKEN.
“A Leaf of the Heart
I wanted a song to be real
On the time when my heart's leaf was green,
On the mind - turning tune of the fiddle
On the honeysuckle's fragrant seduction,
Which wrote my love's stanza one.
Calm in the sun
Lay only the sky.
Between branches of green were
Twinkles of earthly tenderness.
Its smiles full of mystery
The forest floor touched our bodies wiht tingling.
I wanted a song to be happy
Known only to birds of the air.”
Poem of Jørgen Nash (1920 - 2004), dedicated to Inge Hørup