(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

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.

(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

(escalated sketch; mainly ballpoint pen + white pencil into my A4 grey-paper sketchbook)

I paint a universe
On the ceiling, in the sky
Then it awakens, it consumes me

I stand between worlds
Halfway here, hallway there
In between I’m at home

(Work in progress. Started as a sketch, but then escalated. Concept art of a fantasy owl design.)

I called out for the otherworld and the cry of the owl answered me.

highest sky-sm(Acrylics on 18x24cm wooden painting board; little 1h warm-up work featuring the Northern Sphinx)

I had a dream. And it remained in my mind, heart, soul … forever.

selva-sig(A5-sketch with mainly ballpoint pens)

You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world, but a world lives in you.
(Frederick Buechner)

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Simon-sig(A5 ballpoint pen sketch)

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
(Marcel Proust)Continue Reading