Simply
How to talk about life? Simply: cut out two paper sparrows. And about love? Add infinity to them.
Song
About the cowslips will the dolphins sing to the voice calling in the desert.
Everything
Everything will be found. Time. Love. And the whale in the puddle. Big, as huge as you, my joy!
Life
What is life about? Just keep spinning a tale around to see its tail’s collateral beauty.
Madame Puddle
Madame Puddle fullfills herself in the rain. Mixed media on canvas, 60x60cm
What shall I bring you?
– What shall I bring you? – the Tide asked the Shore. – Bring me luck!
How to find a way home?
– Excuse me, how to find a way Home? – Ah! Simply keep getting lost.
In a hut
At the end of the world a hut, full of bright stories, in all of its little glory. Quiet as a mouse the stories sit….
I Believe
I believe that the mind is not against us, it simply does not keep the pace with love.
Two Hedgehogs
Two hedgehogs on the bike to infinity of imagination ride.
I will take you
On the paper ship to the paper moon I will take you.
I will let
And then I will let the imagination run wild, fly a colorful kite and wink a cordial eye. I will also let all imperfections go…
Fruitful Journey
The journey tends to be fruitful when the elephant in the fine china shop towards tenderness tender steps takes more than once.
Woolen mountain
Wollen mountain rested by the lake. Squatting down. Acrylic and oil on canvas, 120x90cm
And the Great Bear?
And the Great Bear? Where is it rushing? Ah! It’s just drawn to the world.
Dawn
It’s dawning on the planet of the King. There’re ladies, knights, pages and clowns; whispers, giggles, supernovas’ explosions, that is: of joy.
Rush
Eventually even the Rush sat down on the stairs of Serene Cathedral. It was sitting there out of breath for something that felt like endless…
Slowly
Light years passed by slowly. Some say that the Little Prince neglected himself. The others believe that he took care about himself (finally for Gods…
Silent night
Silent night calmer than ever. Carring peace under its arm. Acrylic and oil on canvas, 90x60cm
Hope and elephants
Hope and elephants like to climb the trees. Coming down to earth they find a way more troublesome.
What do you like most?
– What do you like most? – chair asked table. – I like when you stand right next to me.