The Seer

(acrylics on A3)

There is a brokenness out of which comes the unbroken. 
There is a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow beyond all grief, which leads to joy.
And a fragility out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space too vast for words through which we pass which each loss,
out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being.

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Search For The Hidden [3]

Search For The Hidden, third part: A March Of Crimes

(pencil, graphite and powdered graphite into my A4 sketchbook, refined with a sort of gold leaf)

Breaking borders, escaping orders,
the regime has failed and fallen.

They’re coming with morbid minds,
blinded by their ignorance.

“Your will is mine.”, growled the beast,
the head of them all.

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Search For The Hidden [2]

Search For The Hidden, second part: White Eyes

(~1h pencil & powdered graphite on 13x13cm paper, refined with gold leaf)

Living in our own reality
each one of us being a shard of colored glass in a kaleidoscope
following our own truth like moths drawn to the light

In our own peaceful little world
we’re all guilty of hiding thing