(“Collision-induced decay”, work in progress; ballpoint pen and pencils on paper)

Forget the horror here
Forget the horror here
Leave it all down here
With the fury in your head
With the ghost in the back of your head
‘Cause I am
Walking out of the haze
On all those twisted ways
Between dark rocks and fading shores
Leaving coasts I cannot bare.”

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(“Resilience”; Acrylics, colored pencils and markers on 50 x 65 cm paper)

Wicked winds and shadows in the deep,
Exploding moon and fading lights.
Outlive the hurricane, create a sun to guide.
Ignite a spark in my heart and let me breathe again.

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Ravok got new colors! And they change from blue to purple depending on the light. He is my first nebula colored 3D print of the Barbossa model.

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(“Resilience”, work in progress; Acrylics, colored pencils and markers on 50 x 65 cm paper)

Outlive the hurricane, create an empire to reign.
Among all the small things, I’ll be a perfect storm.
And someday I’ll understand, the question to my answers.

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(Colored pencils and markers on A5 paper)

Part of the secret santa gift for dear Leundra.

(“Resilience”, work in progress; Acrylics on ca. 50 x 65 cm paper)

Wicked winds and shadows in the deep,
Exploding moon and fading lights.
Build a shelter to last, a sun to guide.

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About five years ago, I sculpted one of the key characters from my headworld stories: Xantar, the Chronist. Now, as I gained more experience with painting 3D-objects in the last years, I re-painted him.

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First dual colored 3D print of the Barbossa model with reduced size (2/3 of original print size). His name is Shoto (pun intended).

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(drawn with pencils and powdered graphite on a coated wooden board 24 x 30 cm)

And I reach into the raging chaos to seek the truth that lies between you and me, to nourish the passion that leads me on paths which were hidden before. Free like a bird, they say. Free like a tree, I answer. A tree which grew from the heart of a bird. The bird itself is a slave to the storm, while the tree observes with mild interest, standing tall, even unshakable, against the furious wind.

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(Digital artwork)

In the end, without a vision for the future you will always return to your past.”

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