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“The monsters we slayed,
skull to stone, blood to rose.
“My sword for you”, Asura growled,
survivor’s patron saint with crimson crown.“

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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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(“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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(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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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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A little selection of some of my rough/quick sketches of humans, just for fun and for practise.

  • Marcus
  • Native
  • Dance

The sketch in the middle is already several weeks old and unfinished (but I like it that way), while the other two were sketched today.

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(Acrylics and Oils on canvas)

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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(Oil on paper; in progress; third session)

“There are various eyes. Even the Sphinx has eyes. And as a result there are various truths, and as a result there is not truth.“
– Friedrich Nietzsche

Nearly finished it! As soon as the current layer of paint has dried I’ll add the final details and shades.

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(Oil on paper; in progress; third session)

“There are various eyes. Even the Sphinx has eyes. And as a result there are various truths, and as a result there is not truth.“
– Friedrich Nietzsche