The future of energy, we should have started to think about it 40 to 50 years ago.

The power of the oil companies and the stupidity of our politicians cover it up and suppressed it.

Today we are thinking it over again and again, but still there is the same thing going on.

The future is now very very near, about 250 million years ago all the life on earth was on the brink to be wiped out because of the climate change at that time.

Now we are close again.

Energy is still generated by burning oil, coal and…

Azteeks fantasy 4

When the world comes to a standstill in you. Life fades away. You’re sinking into oblivion. The images are fading. The dreams disappear.

Planet Earth will continue to exist. She will make her circle around the sun until it is extinguished. Then all life is gone. Civilizations will have faded. Then our planet will disappear in the eternity of the universe.

On this quiet morning, my thoughts are drawn to the relativity of our existence. All battles will then be fought, played out all powers. All poverty has disappeared and the suffering has disappeared. All the grief will be comforted…

The messenger of bad news was always killed by the King. That’s the way it always was. It shouldn’t but the truth has always sparked fear. If you kill the messenger you will kill the truth, but the truth is always harsh and unpleasant. Truth has no feelings. Truth won’t let you laugh, maybe sometimes it does. We, as Humans, try always to bury the Truth.

If you see the reactions of dictators in a number of countries today about the Covid-19 and see their strange behavior about the truth of Covid-19. That’s the way they tried to kill the…

When the dreamer dies, what happens to his dreams? No one’s going to know. This drawing with acrylic on paper is an attempt to express this dilemma.

It’s also sometimes said that dreams are a hoax, but I don’t agree with that. Aren’t dreams and ideals far apart and dreams not the beginning of sometimes great creations? As an artist, dreams cannot be separated from the creation of works.

Without my dreams, I can’t make what I’ve made for over half a century. I always make a sketch or a drawing first. Then, after I have put it aside, a…

Waiting for You

Wait. Waiting is a part of our lives. Wait your turn, wait in line, wait at the dentist. Sometimes you’d think if I’d only been born 12,000 years ago, waiting wouldn’t have been a problem, maybe.

The image on this work is a woman, waiting in her most beautiful clothes. Is it a date? Is it a friend or family waiting for her? Is she having a hard time mentally? Does she know that she is waiting and does not know that no one will show up?

Is she’s waiting for Godot? From Samuel Beckett’s play in…


In front of my window looking out through my little garden people walk by on the street. They probably have a destination: visiting family or friends, shopping or simply walk. What will their thoughts be? How do they stand in their life’s? Would they think about the meaning of things? Or are they only concerned to survive life? Would they contemplate the existence of themselves and that of the world that surrounds them?

Meaning is something for man to pursue. Man is looking for something and why they’re walking on the face of this earth. Why they are.

Is that…

Een verhaal van ganzen — De kracht van mensen
Een verhaal van ganzen — De kracht van mensen

Late at night, I was walking the dog. It was cold, wet and inclement weather. February is coming to an end and spring is slowly coming in sight. I see the lights of the houses. The people are warm and cozy inside. Watching the TV or sitting down to read, get ready to go to bed or prepare for the next business day. In my thoughts I walk behind the dog. The dog doesn’t feel like going out with this weather. Honestly, neither do I, but it has to be. I’m dreaming ahead of myself. I walk deep in thoughts…

To clean …

I’d love to clean up the world. My life and my feelings. Want to wash away the hatred and the lust for murder. I want to brush off my hatred and resentment, flush and make them disappear. I want to wash people clean, clean of their mistakes, shortcomings, narrow-mindedness, short-sightedness and their strange behavior.

I would like to clean up dictatorships and rub up the lives of people in those dictatorships and mop up the wastewater until the water is clear.

That they can look at life with a clear eye.

I would like to spray away the causes of…

Memories painting byMark Pol (2017)

It’s still 2020. Several hours away from 2021.

In the Netherlands we eat doughnuts bulls and apple flaps. Waiting for the New Year, while believing that everything will become better. Writing this with one eye at the movie “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” with Audrey Hepburn.

Memories of the past are always nice and full of feelings of desire to a time which will never come back. My youth in the fifties and sixties when the world was still tempting and exiting.

Memories of my parents who died long ago. Now that I am 77-years-old, I think about them, how they raised…

When the whispering of this world reaches our ears, we should listen.

While I am sitting on my bench and looking at the sunset, my mind wander about how this planet has been changed in the last fifty years of my life. I never had, fifty years ago, the slightest idea how lonely we are in the Universe. Even that we are lonely in our own solar system.

Still, we won’t listen to that whisper. A whisper that tells us that this world is becoming unlivable and hostile to all living things. …

Mark pol

I am an artist:painter. I paint and draw. Its a kind of figurative surrealism.

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