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Stillness

Stillness

The call. Generations of ideas that need to be challenged, layers of standards of civilisation, that cover the primal sense of one's own discovery. Only in the dissolution into the...

Stillness

The call. Generations of ideas that need to be challenged, layers of standards of civilisation, that cover the primal sense of one's own discovery. Only in the dissolution into the...

Alice: the "self-reinvention"

Alice: the "self-reinvention"

I am bringing back this portrait from July 2021.  I truly believe that one can be born again and again as an artistic being, and for this one has to die...

Alice: the "self-reinvention"

I am bringing back this portrait from July 2021.  I truly believe that one can be born again and again as an artistic being, and for this one has to die...

The Procession, I

The Procession, I

"The Procession, I", hard pastels on toned paper This is a piece from the first day of July, 2022. The stains of suffering as it cuts through the strings of a...

The Procession, I

"The Procession, I", hard pastels on toned paper This is a piece from the first day of July, 2022. The stains of suffering as it cuts through the strings of a...

My Artistic Journey in Australia: A statement of purpose

My Artistic Journey in Australia: A statement o...

As part of my artistic self-discovery and exploration journey, I have spent several months in Australia developing new techniques and reinventing my own artistic approach. Sharing with other artists and...

My Artistic Journey in Australia: A statement o...

As part of my artistic self-discovery and exploration journey, I have spent several months in Australia developing new techniques and reinventing my own artistic approach. Sharing with other artists and...

Sabotage

Sabotage

"Sabotage", hard pastels on toned paper As life strikes. The sick glory, it turns into smoke. We were up there, above the mud. The hope, the purity, sometimes it all gets...

Sabotage

"Sabotage", hard pastels on toned paper As life strikes. The sick glory, it turns into smoke. We were up there, above the mud. The hope, the purity, sometimes it all gets...

Debris

Debris

"Debris", hard pastels on toned paper Debris, or what is left of a soul after the impact of a real presence. Sometimes the honesty of art strikes beyond what the spirit...

Debris

"Debris", hard pastels on toned paper Debris, or what is left of a soul after the impact of a real presence. Sometimes the honesty of art strikes beyond what the spirit...