tulips in december. my favourite

'It's been raining for two days now and the rain that falls from the cold, grey sky is of a colour that grieves the soul. Two days... I'm sad from too much feeling and reflect the back onto the window to the sound of water dripping and rain falling. My heart feels heavy and all memories have turned to anguish...'
F. Pessoa

quiet reflections

french dream. on its way.

thinking with pictures and cannot describe 'em in words. like transpotting- stream of images, melting one into another, my thoughts flow and I cannot properly catch any of them. somewhere where was your face for a split second there is a sand of a beach by the Thames and in next few moments it's a child with ice-cream. this kind of stream is unstopable, like a daydream
your face coming back before I'm falling asleep thinking about the warmth of your hands

lines are like roads waiting to start the journey at...

COLD.BUT.SUNNY

'CAUSE I'M BROKEN

painting with rain

and there is usually some sun after the rain...

morning rain

getting to the core of life itself. or just trying...

walking, contemplating and more walking

Paris Paris

thinking projects. stream of pictures in my head. dim light, fog, smoke, winter frost... waiting for the change of season.

''I took my world apart just to be here with you''

living art, all around us

and again is all about life and love, and pain but look at those vivid colors, the melancholy on the woman's face

think about the spiritual side of yourself, everyone has one just on a different level, tuned in differently

music is all and all is music

or in music?