Crows of Apocalypse
2018-08-15
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.
The Secretive
2018-07-14
(acrylics on A3)
Mirrors are lying.
You don’t know a person
until you have seen their darkness.
The Seer
2018-06-19
(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.
The Seeker
2018-06-11
(acrylics on A3)
“Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.”
-C.G. Jung
Otherworld Sketches [11]
2018-06-03
(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.
Otherworld Sketches [10]
2018-05-20
(quick A4 pencil and graphite sketch)
When we can’t have what we long for, then – sometimes – we have to believe.
Vegvisir
2018-05-18
(acrylics on 30x40cm coated wooden panel)
Vegvisir may be my guide
-That Which Shows the Way-
through storms and night
on an unknown way.
Search For The Hidden [3]
2018-05-06
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.
Wotans Boten
2018-05-01
A concept doodle with graphite from last night, obviously mythology-inspired.
Search For The Hidden [2]
2018-04-30
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
Otherworld Sketches [9]
2018-04-29
(A5 ballpoint pen sketch)Otherworld Sketches [8]
2018-04-28
(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.”