(pencil drawing on A4 paper)

“Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. If an inferiority is conscious, one always has a chance to correct it.”
(C. G. Jung)

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(painted with oils and acrylics)

Beyond silence and storm. Awoken in or from a dream. Carry me, carry me, to a place I haven’t seen before. Lift the mask and let me see, who I am to be. Let me see, let me see. Images of the Self everywhere. Symbolism in the abyss of the mind, subconscious, still?

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(“Promise”; Created with pencils, watercolors & gouache on 30×40 cm paper)

Don’t let this world die in darkness
Don’t let me drown in this silence
Always remember your promise


If there is no light to find
then make your own

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(Pencils and ballpoint pen on A4 toned paper)

We protect the things we love, as they became a part of us und loosing them would mean loosing a part of ourselves.

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Beyond silence and storm. Awoken in or from a dream, subconscious rises from shades of dark and becomes reality, swallowing, blooming, burning, ashes. The bottom cracks open, blazing, blooming, rising. Let me breath, let me breath. A blood red sun rises, shining, blinding, revealing; ruins and mountains ahead the road. Continue or flee? Carry me, carry me, to a place I haven’t seen before. Lift the mask and let me see, who I am to be. Let me see, let me see. Images of the Self everywhere. Symbolism in the abyss of the mind, subconscious, still?

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(ballpoint pen and pencil; A4 toned paper)

Never stop singing,
even when the music’s long gone.
I’ll be my own morning light
so I’ll be safe and sound.

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(Mixed media on 30x40cm paper)

Born in daylight, grown up in moonlight.
A leap of faith. Dawn.
Sparks bursting into flames, a phoenix by her nature.
A free will. A diverse mind.
Airy merriment ahead.”

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(Oils on 22×34 cm paper)

For I am I:
ergo, the truth of myself;
my own sphinx, conflict, chaos,
vortex – asymmetric to all rhythms,
oblique to all paths.
I am the prism between black and white:
mine own unison in duality
.”

– Austin Osman Spare

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(Acrylics and Oils on 24x30cm canvas)

My Decryption Paradox series continues:

After all, my opinion about sanity changed. I wonder if it ever had been more than just a convention or an agreed mode of thinking, which excluded from our view the full strangeness of the universe.

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(Pencil and ballpoint pen onto a copic doodle; A5)

Quick doodle as a gift for someone. Charizard is their favorite pokemon.

(Oils on 16x22cm paper)

When the Couldsailors roamed through the sky, sometimes they saw the legendary dragon of Kamahul in the distance or vaguely hidden behind clouds, a good omen and bless for their travels.

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