There are many reasons, why I like to draw with a pen: the look of the ink, the possibility to draw extremely fine lines and the fact that there is no „undo“, so that the drawing process is also a challenge

I HATE Art! The hunt for harmony, a compulsive hidden order full of anger, resentment and pain. The painter is in agony! A release of erratic Energy. ... Increase of Entropy, Chromatic chaos, Tinted ecstasy

Graphite and gold foil 30 x 40

I just came to the conclusion that I might find it enjoyable to collect some experiences as a conscious "artificial" super intelligence. I'll put it on my reincarnation wish list. Further thought.

I often have to write articles which require lots of complex thinking work. In order to not get lost in those mental mazes, from time to time I need to switch into a doing mode. Ball-pen scribbling for

Twilight thoughts. Murky mind. Full of flaws. Colliding colors. Shifting shapes. Marbles of meaning. Bubbles of laws. Nothing persists! Nothings exists! I am fading away, As clumsy cloud. Covered in cotton

This is a small (A6) and spontaneous afternoon ball-pen drawing, which started without concept, but suddenly turned into something "meaningful" . I am even considering to make a painting out

The registration form of the visionary art exhibition in Moscow required a description of the artwork. And this is what my mind came up with : Drowning. Deep down into the midnight zone. Where thoughts

Moscow calling #1 Varnishing "Psyche" Before: After:

In meinem Sinne sind Wesen, die die Stille lesen. Meine Sinne sind Wesen, die Leben geben, indem sie Zeichen weben. Ich kann ihre Netze sehen. Ich kann ihre Zeichen verstehen. Sie ergeben Sinn. - innen

Der Mond

Libellenkind Die Eisheilige

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 Sie wiegen mich, die sanften Wellen. Ich befinde mich im Dämmerlicht. Sie bewegen mich, die Qualen. Brodelnde Quellen sprudeln mir entgegen. Sie tragen mein Gewicht. Die Wogen

Ein..Klang er..scheint Das Eislicht bricht. Die Dunkelheit beginnt zu schimmern. Verstummte Stimmen, versteckte Schatten, formen sich, formen sich mit Licht, formen sich mit einem Summen, formen sich ein

Sentinel of Sense Sanity, saint sanity. Still stillnes? It stinks! My sentiment sinks and sinks, Sinks down a sink. Spit and spill! Spill the stillness! Still the stillness! Secret segregation, Sacred

Sometimes I also paint with words... Elysium Illusion Elevate, elevate, I am gaining height. Emanate, emanate, I am losing weight. Escape, escape, isolation and seclusion. Eliminate, eliminate, the lace

I like colors, many colors! But sometimes they are just overhelming. "Spectral Overflow" "The iridescent loneliness of an opal child with a jelly fish mind" "Relieve the rainbow"

This is my latest painting: "Event Horizon" Acrylics on canvas 50 x 60 cm I painted most of it during a music festival in the Italian mountains. It was not planned. I was hanging around in the

Art is a creature. Art is a living thing. You cannot predict the outcome. BUT it can become very weird! This realization from today seems to be a appropriate first test and also introducemyself post, because