With fists flying up in the air

the appropriation sets

"Freeze Anxiety"

oil and acrylic on canvas 100 x 150 cm 2008

with fists flying up in the air

like we're holding onto something

that's invisible there

cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and fear

until we dead it, forget it,

let it all disappear

The Color Of The Day

there either is or is not 

a way things are 

the color of the day

how it felt to be a loner..

the feeling of wind on your ink splattered hand

sometimes the sky is blue, sometimes it's red.

the color in memory depends on the day.

I won't tell the story the way it happened.

I'll tell it the way I remember it...

"People say the eyes are the windows to the soul"

"I was doodling in my room" 

homage to the past studio rituals

 when I become a flatlanders

 everything is a choose

 to catch a dream

 to ride a mission

and striving to achieve

There is no an absolute point of view.
This is just another grass on the wall isn't it?

The Random Thoughts

a very delicate combination of complex ingredients is the key

first, we put some random thoughts.

and then we add a little bit of reminiscenses of the day...

mixed with some memories from the past

thats for two people

love, friendships, relationships, and all those "ships"...

together with songs you heard during the day....

things you saw and also... personal.