Mark pol
2 min readJan 21
Somewhere where silence reigns

Early in the morning when the sun cracks between the curtains, my thoughts wake up and the morning chill tells me that the sun will have a hard time. My eyes wander through the quiet room. The sounds from outside try to shape my world. I pull open the curtains. A bird sits dreamily on a branch in my small garden. I wipe my breakfast off the plate and put it in the sink, later I will wash up.

Mark pol

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