(note to self: the censored, second version) Like a dam bursting, the drapery falls from the theatre of delusion. Raw and exposed I look onto the scene so long hidden, perplexed at the complexity of the nothingness before me. The…
Studio init
Acrylics on canvas, 30×30 cm. Inspired by a commercial for cameras in a newspaper found on a train. I was particularly interested in the androgynous nature of the model.
2015’s death-flash
Tellus makes another home run and our rather superfluous existence carry on for another round. Nostalgia in the shape of short term memory-loss compel us to recall while we regret, relief or delight in the past year. Like a near-death-experience…
Chasing Cunégonda
What is it that keeps us going? To draw breath one more time, to rise one more time, to walk one more mile, to fight one more battle, to love one more time, to pick up the pieces one more…
Cento percento Italiano
Two days ago I had my most Italian experience up to date. My (second out of three) train arrived at Milano train-station 15 minutes late. Having lived in Germany, I am no stranger to run to the train connection. So,…
Magdeburg revisited
My morning mood slowly leaves me, as through the soles of my feet, and I change back from the Mr. Hide that defines me after disturbed sleep, into the Dr. Jekyll I feel like most of the day. Helping is…
Pursuit of youth
On my recent birthday a friend Facebook-commented that this was my “final year of youth”. In theory I really do not mind growing older, neither visually nor socially, sometimes it is just so incredibly refreshing to be spontaneous, naive and…
Closet racism
Being ‘elsewhere’ rather often I have the privilege to meet people from all over the world on a regular basis. Despite enjoying this immensely, I immediately categorise these people into two different categories; nice people and racist jerks. Occasionally I…
Twinkle twinkle little rooster
Outside a rooster has gone completely mental, and it is 6.30 – in the evening. (Update: Rooster is still of questionable soundness at 23.27…) I am sitting on a wonderful balcony in a shady hotel on Cyprus. Being on a work conference,…
Cribs: The hobbit hole
In old folklore, cold iron was thought to hold the power to repel fae. Underlying idea was that the human forged iron was no longer ‘of nature’ and was therefore a weapon against the old spirits. Throughout history it was…