(painted with acrylics on 60×80 cm canvas)

A sea of stars, eyes of spirits,
fuel for dawn’s blade.
The monsters we slayed,
in ruins of what used to be,
turning skull to stone, blood to roses.

“My sword for you”, Kee’Asuriah growled,
mind castle’s patron saint
with a trinity of crows by her side.
“Reclaim the throne,
for this is just the beginning of your road.”

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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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Rule.
No means no.
Savior, a favor to ask.
My sword for you.
Reclaim the throne.

Survivor.

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(“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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(“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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(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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(Digital Artwork)

Quo vadis? To the stars or to the flame? To the river or the tree?
Vanishing borders, disappearing orders.
A beating heart.”

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(Painted with acrylics on 40 x 60 cm canvas)

Rebirth, ascend.
Not the same origin,
Changing with time and perception.

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