On the edge of crashing waves and solid rock of sanity or perhaps yet a paradox? Subtle whispers from the primordial sea briefly lifts the veil to life’s mystery silver shadows in a playful dance whisking me away to a magical realm a world of dreams an honest home
Listen deep below a river flows invisible, quiet and strong following the rhythm of a soundless song Listen to the flow it will show a life No-one seems to know Listen… View: Drawings
Not long ago I all of a sudden found myself with a black pen in my hand. It was moving to it’s own rhythm over the paper, as if it was listening to a beat from another world and lines started forming themselves into strange images, landscapes and beings I
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