I’m back in a rainy Germany, back in Osnabrück, a place I jojo-moved to during my studies in my mid 20ies. Despite being a place where strangers became friends the city carry the melancholy touch of loneliness. Here is where…
Like Kissing a Cloud
Suggested soundtrack: Beach House – Myth, Chromatics – I’m on fire For the first time in a long time it feels like I’m swimming with the stream, not against it. Floating effortlessly. Due to broken chains and freedom found, or…
London, life, luck
I took a left turn on the street straight into a theatre, having no idea of what I was getting myself into. The crowds outside told me it had potential and hungry for substance, I decided to feed the soul…
A cabin in the woods
Tucked in between an overpriced ski resort and the hills and valleys of the Dolomites, there were five of us: myself, a car and three arborists. I was down with a minor flu, the car was jammed one foot deep…
Blog move
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The complex of the simple
I reached for my wallet and quickly gathered a few coins with my fingers, hurrying, worried I would not make it before we pass the man on the bench. For a fraction of second I found myself in the limbo…
Burnout
A while back I started a series of paintings aiming for a more ‘abstract emotional realm’ than what I most often have done previously. This work is called Burnout. Below you can watch the entire painting process.
Hurry up!
An idea that I carried with me for some time for a painting. I must admit that I got really pleased with the color setting for the work. It really gave that ‘sickening’ feel I was aiming for. Below you…
Searching for answers
Going wild with themes, ideas and colours, I allowed the mind to wander into a quasi-religious state of confusion. Perhaps the only real state we ever truly find ourselves in. Below you can see the painting process.
A blindfold for things past
A common question is to ask whether a person prefers the sunrise or the sunset. While there is undeniable magic in beginnings, in the rare encounter of a sun rising, in its peaceful gradient strolling the sky, waking a creation…