Fruits… They are everywhere! Amazing, fresh, full of colors, able to protect us, feed us and bring inspiration… or just make us happy. Around is changing all the time! Breath it in! Breath it!!! “Mythology of an Island – The … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: August 2014
All these days are about more and more and more… more to see (the problem is people only see TV), more to have (but only plastic from China?), more to do (still nothing to much, and it got to have … Continue reading
I prefer to call myself Nobody. It is so much easier to disappear, to not have a common name or a definition. It let me to be everyone and everything… and not to be seen in the same time. It … Continue reading
Good or bad… in fact until it is over, you never know! Until it is gone and done… until the nice dust appears on memories, you just can not be sure… So do not judge yourself. Maybe a broken leg … Continue reading
Yesterday I have spent few hours painting something with that cool madness inside of me. With that feeling, that I am in a wright place, correct time, doing what I should be doing… of course like crazy, you know. So … Continue reading
I noticed that some time ago… people who start to be an artist, somehow suddenly also become teachers. How is that possible? Is it only me who thinks that a teacher should be at least… well older? I mean working … Continue reading
I watch the clouds, strange weather around me… somehow it is more crazy inside of me than outside today. And outside today is a… shake? Really. It is raining, it is also very windy, but the sun is here too. … Continue reading
Recently… all I can think about, all I dream about are brushes! I figured out how to make new ones, able to create smoother structures… with a flat endings of every long and fat hair, and another ones, with very … Continue reading
The world is filled with gifts. Our world. The problem is… most of them are nasty, ugly and plastic. I got it – people love gifts and gadgets – but please do not tell me you love nature, when you … Continue reading
I love my Dreamland. Maybe my bed is not so comfy as I wish it to be, maybe to fancy, but enough for me to dream… I just to love to lie down and read before my head becomes so … Continue reading