Tag: art process
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Fragments of Now
Lees verder: Fragments of NowFragments of Now This page shows an ongoing flow of images, fleeting moments, gestures, works-in-progress, and traces of what I do and how I move through the world.What you see here is not always polished or explained. It lives in between projects, performances, and states of being.My Instagram feed functions as a digital sketchbook, a…
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The Story of Iceland
Lees verder: The Story of IcelandWhy Vastness Holds Power The first morning in the north of Iceland felt like stepping into another rhythm, a rhythm that, ultimately, would shape a new series of symbolic contemporary art.The sky was dusky blue, silent and sharp at the same time. Everything was vast.Everything breathed emptiness, but not the kind we fear. This was…
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Side effects of the artist’s life…
Lees verder: Side effects of the artist’s life…Side effects of the artist’s life… Paint splatters on your shoes, coffee stains on your sketchbook, and inspiration on every wall.This isn’t mess, it’s the rhythm of creation.Welcome to my studio. Inside the Studio Brushes drying in jars, a half-finished canvas waiting for its next breath of color, and Ana Moura singing softly and with…
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a profound connection with nature
Lees verder: a profound connection with natureEvery step of my journey through Iceland was a profound connection with nature. It wasn’t just the small cottages, standing sturdy and solitary in the vastness, that inspired me, but also the many colors that Iceland offers. The art series consists of about ten small artworks in oil paint, on wood, canvas, and board. The…
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Budapest Hotel serie
Lees verder: Budapest Hotel serieAcryl on paper | BUDAPEST HOTEL ARTSERIE | 2024- x – X -CM “A search for my son in a military hospital in Budapest. With a heartwarming close and in full color, we are back home. I depicted the search, which started at this entrance, in a acrylic artseries. Budapest hospital turns in Budapest Hotel”…
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Overcoming the Happy Socks of a bringer of disaster; an artstory
Lees verder: Overcoming the Happy Socks of a bringer of disaster; an artstory“My mother’s hand lay gently in my father’s. Who, upright and outwardly calm, paid attention to the speaker.It was in a small room for us alone, where words were no longer important. The speaker was certified and spoke sentences while his body slumped uncontrollably in his chair. His Happy Socks shone in painful and stark…