2025
exit

the time has come, the pumping of the heart on mid day, the burn on the skin in the middle of the year, by the blue and the red. 

Salty skin and wrinkles. A shame of architecture. 
shame of bowing, shame of staring at the sunset through the glass veil. Seagull now and then passed. The concrete monster kept us hostage. 

Death over death, a wedding in the planning. Drama of the jewels. We fell, rolling into the sky of the sea. A goodbye to the balck wings. 

power

60 in x 36 in
actylic and tea on canvas

a modern slave

10 in x 10 in
mix media on wood

the unfrogatbles morning, days and nights
I pray for patience and kindness
the idiotic laughters, the bow
the smiles and street lights in the rain
the walks and the dogs 
the harsh sun, the harsh hours 
the teas and a bit of grey hair


I count the days, the hours, the minutes
I fly in low sodium pills 
an unseen fall, a splash of water
with the breeze of the ocean I bathe
I breath 
I leave
with a strong heart

a fall

12 in x 9 in
watercolour on paper

a disease of fear 
in blood stream 
a tone, a shade 
a thickened layer 

moss islands 
drop by drop 
a tear 

hollow

12 in x 9 in
ink & acrylic on paper