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(acrylics on 25x30cm canvas)

Beyond shroud and haze reign the forgotten creatures. They know the secret ways between the worlds and will return to our realm … one day.Continue Reading

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(acrylics on 25x30cm canvas, refined with goldleaf)

“Beyond the known and profane, beyond the visible and obvious, I always felt this certain presence. It was always there and came into focus once everything turned silent. It is everywhere, invisible and without a voice. But once you stay still for a moment in silence and close your eyes, you will slowly feel this something.”

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“It is indeed very complicated and there are so many unanswered questions. Therefore we are worried about the unintended consequences of the transition.“

A little sneak peek of 3 illustrations for my book. All in all there are 36 spread over the ~2250 pages of the book.

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“I want to know the things you can only imagine the answers to. Mystery, speak to me. Talk some sense into me.”Continue Reading

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(ballpoint pen into my A5 sketchbook)

“Sometimes a story is born out of mere coincidences, mix-ups or random mistakes.“

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(acrylics on 40x50cm canvas; 7-8h)

I’ve heard of an Eerie, a weird sort of Sidhe, maybe an Ellyllon, who left the Síd to wander through lands of castles and dark skies. Her purpose, her aim, was unclear, but there were those who said that she wanted to bring magic and spirits back to the dark ages that ravaged the world. She never admitted it to me, as she only sang to crystals and talked to the spirits, which were afraid but also enthralled by her, as she was the Spirit Shepherd.

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Sketches with pencils/graphite (left) and markers/gouache/pencils (right). I have more ideas and concepts in mind for further crows, but don’t know yet if I’ll realize them somewhen in the future.

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(acrylics on A3)

Mirrors are lying.

You don’t know a person
until you have seen their darkness.

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(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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(acrylics on A3)

“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”
-C.G. Jung

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(A5 ballpoint pen sketch)

I noticed that behind mountains are more mountains – with swamps and timeless water in between.
Endless seas and lots of creatures in this world,
and people too – whose names don’t matter to anyone but themselves. 

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