You can never know what emotions people choose to not express, but unexpressed emotions will never die.
They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. They are rising beasts. One day you cannot stop them from coming anymore.
But emotions make us human.Continue Reading
(A5, pencil and a little PS, ~20min)
Risen from NOUS, it all started with just a simple sketch, a few minutes, to find the origin of something new, something significant. Continue Reading
May I be nothing more
than a thought risen from mind?
As a meaning against my own definition
Even still knowing that I am myself
and always will be me
Breathing the same air my demons breathe
Let go of what I am, become what I might be
Through all and void
embracing a new beyond
Home is
wherever the heart is
I can be that home
if you fly with me, away
And home will be everywhere
It feels like the NOUS Sketch Series is coming to an end. But what will the end be? I can catch a glimpse of it from here, but it’s foggy over there.
It’s like a big puzzle, and many of the past works are part of it. Slowly but steady I see what I’ll meet in the end.
I’m glad I had my A5-Sketchbook with me during my last train travel, as it turned out to be a very productive and creative little journey – not only in physical distance, but also in mind.
People living in an artefact,
people becoming an artefact,
…no reflection in the mirror.
A sea of mystery – ignored.
Shadows dancing on walls – unseen.
Realizations beyond the known – non-existent.
And you people have been manipulated.
And you people feel satisfied.
…won’t break out of the machine.
Trapped in yourself, break out instead
Shattered mirrors in flower fields
Are staring back at the illusions
Wake up, stop pretending
This day’s beginning in ending
No more blank illusions, a new day
Nothing left, but the sound of my heart
I feel the blood running through my veins
And I know, I’m alive
Clock keeps spinning, round after round.
How long have I been up? – I don’t know!
Why can’t you see all the colours that I see?
I want to be colourful and free.
What is going on? – Cycles keep turning!
Now I’m grey, then any colour of the rainbow.
There are echoes in the mirrors, fragments in dust.
I run to the horizon and beyond, never look back.
Run round after round,
a clockwork soldier.Continue Reading
Multiple dawns, thousands of nights
Harmonize insanity, abysses all the way
Shattered mirrors in flower fields
Sing in silence, extending reality
Flee from strange shadows, belonging to me
Fly beyond horizons
Where I’ll be unified at dusk
(Final work of this series; Mixed Media on A5; 1,5 hours)
Now, the Familiar Stranger Sketch Series has found an end. But maybe this end is just another beginning.Continue Reading
Everything you see has its roots in the Unseen World.
The Forms may change, yet the Essence stays the same.
Have we meet before? Was it in another life or somewhere in-between?
As it feels like we’ve been doing this dance before – many times.
Far before I ever heard the music playing, the song of time.
Familar Stranger, I know who you are… yet I don’t.Continue Reading
(ballpoint sketches on A5, each about 1-2 hours; the three Demon Lords)
The past days and weeks I began working on a new project: Dämonenhort (“Demonhoard”)Continue Reading