Nov 21Member-onlyWhen the music flows past me …My studio is a part of my consciousness. My imagined images move between them. My consciousness plays a game with my emotions. The world around my studio rolls by like a steamroller, crushing everything on its path. The love, the feeling, the beauty and the nature that surrounds us, while…2 min read2 min read
Nov 8Member-onlyThe AlleyI taw a Puddy Tat. I did! I did Taw a Puddy Tat.[i] A cat walks silently through the narrow street, to which my little Greek apartment adjoins. The alley is a connection between a busy thoroughfare and the boulevard. The cat now sits dead still looking around. The sound…3 min read3 min read
Oct 29Member-onlyIn the Eye of the HurricaneIn the Eye of the hurricane, it is dead quiet. You hear and see nothing of the outside world. Nothing moves. In the eye you are in the middle of an enormous chaos. Around the eye, everything is swept away and destroyed. Everything is being dragged or sucked away. The…3 min read3 min read
Oct 16Member-onlyDarknessIt is dark in my little apartment. The darkness holds me in a protective embrace. Wonderful how my eyes adapt more and more to the darkness. The brightness of the glowing numbers of my clock in the living room begin to blind me. The muffled sounds of the outside…3 min read3 min read
Oct 10Member-onlyWatchingJust ate breakfast and watch the morning news. Look at the situation in the world. My morning mood does not get any better. Despite all the positive developments, struggling between all the violence, it is actually a great sadness. Look at the effects of the earthquakes and floods…5 min read5 min read
Oct 4Member-onlyDoubtThe world outside my studio has fallen silent. The noise has fled, hiding behind whispers. The wind makes the leaves whisper. The moon barges behind a dark cloud. Let’s its light shine doubtfully over the city. I sit motionless in front of my easel. Get up and get my medium-sized…3 min read3 min read
Sep 27Member-onlyThe EveSitting in front of my easel and looking critically at my new work. This time not on canvas, but on thick paper. I set up the work with charcoal. Then colored with my palette knife. A new series of works on the eve of a new approach. With that, made…3 min read3 min read
Sep 18Member-onlyAutumnDiscolored leaves float down my studio window. As in the song “Les Feuilles Mortes”, sung by Yves Montand. Slowly, autumn is creeping closer. The ground of my little garden is covered with a palette of fantastic colors. As only autumn can paint it. The world in the Northern Hemisphere world…3 min read3 min read
Sep 12Member-onlyGreeceAt last. From my balcony of my Greek apartment, I look over the sea. Far across the strait I see the dim north side of Lefkada. Its mountains, rising from the sea, look menacing. If your gaze lingers it is as if you are sucked into another dimension. …3 min read3 min read
