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(acrylics on 30x40cm coated wooden panel)

Vegvisir may be my guide
-That Which Shows the Way-
through storms and night
on an unknown way.

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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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A concept doodle with graphite from last night, obviously mythology-inspired.

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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

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(A5 ballpoint pen sketch, colored with Ecoline)

“I realized, as me move through our lifes, we leave behind several different images of ourselves on the way – where each one is different from the other. And we see them through the fog of the past, like portraits of our different ages.”

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(2h acrylic painting on 25x30cm canvas)

A work tributed to the kindest, most selfless soul I’ve ever meet. I’m so thankful we grew up together. Thirteen years you’ve accompanied us, were an important part of the family. Words can’t describe how much we love you.
And yesterday we had to say goodbye and euthanize you – See you on the other side, Beppo! <3

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Search For The Hidden, first part: The Crowned Man

(1h pencil & powdered graphite sketch on ~A5 paper, refined with gold leaf)

No thoughts and no prayers
can bring back what’s no longer there.
The silent are damned.

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(pencils and powdered graphite on 18x24cm)

Because sometimes the only way of expression – that remains when one is unable to find the right words – is, after all, art.

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(A5-sketch with mainly ballpoint pens)

“We knew nothing. The gaps in our knowledge were vast, even if we wished otherwise. Often, we ignored the facts right in front of us. Our blissful ignorance multiplied without pattern or remorse. And even if we knew something, had heard something, were -almost – sure of something, we wouldn’t ever know the truth, or come anywhere close to it. The truth had to be seen – and even though our eyes were sharp … we were blind. Blinded by our ignorance, by our illusionary hope.”Continue Reading