Exupéryence. Wonder. Knock. Open.
The apple does not fall far from the tree. It happens to it though that when in a holiday mood it rolls towards the pear…
Assembled bike from disassembled hands for Tour de Vie.
Later on she let the waves play on the beach. Buongiorno! Come stai, fratello? (Good morning! How are you brother?) Oil on canvas, 60x90cm
What is life all about? Two dogs, one of them blue. Wagging their tails.
First bud. Shaggy catkin. Oil on canvas, 2x60x90cm
– And all these flowers? – To weave the wondrous tales! – giggled the wondrous beetle. (And for this care that willingly hides in the…
Apple pie from dry brunches? Just wait for the autumn gourmet! Watercolor and oil on canvas, 110x80cm
– Let’s doe something beautiful today! – God clasped her holy hands joyfully.
Light stands of forest. Forest stands of light. Oil on canvas, 80x110cm
And the steamer? Used the sail to catch the wind. And that’s about the last they saw of it. (However, dear Renoir saw a little…
He wandered. For a year, two, three, seven and seven mountains, woods and rivers. And he arrived. At a conclusion.
The sky looks through the bushes. It looks good.
On Easter night, through the hole in the cake, I watch the hopes grow. They grow high.
(24th or seventh of Marchvember) – That’s good, that’s good – whispered morning good as bread and quickly added: – Good for us!
It’s been a while now since I saw the lights in the abandoned factory. The gate and the doors are open. I sneak in. Guard:…
Bears like to sleep in the winter. After a good winter rest, life is but a simple quest.
I asked Saint February what does he dream about. – About March! April! May! Ay! Ya! Ya! Hey! – he sang in answer as underneath…