Mother of flowers

Water-colour 

42x32 cm

                

Obstruct

hide your heart people shouldn't see how beautiful it is 

water colour 

42x32 cm

             

Dancing with my demands

Would u like to dance on the dark side of innocence where revenge is a smiling face and everyone is allowed to hate 

water colour and ink

A4 

               

Fly My Dear Fly

Let's dance till our feet can't walk let's fly cause there is nothing to hold on to anymore 

                 

Authenticity No More

I look at the moon as it shines down on my way and I cannot help but think of you. 

As your presence lingers around me and I talk so softly,

I ask you do you love me? 

But u say staring at me gently 

not wanting to blink and miss a glimpse of my never-ending melody.

I look at the moon again and I wonder curiously, 

why shall I live this way with you so far behind me. 

I ask my angles, to tell me, 

to grant me for this is a longing agony my affection I miss for you my part of me I long to see

And the days pass. 

One full moon after the other still, 

I see you in my head I conversate you. 

I scream at you and hate you. 

Then I hold you and embrace you. 

What an alternating life. 

To live in a present so diligent with this false authenticity or is not a real reality to see me in your complexion of fearful rests.

Maybe one night you will look at that moon and shed my immortal passion. 

Maybe one day you will wake up and wish for myself to you. 

Maybe somehow my authenticity would become yours.
till then
authenticity no more

I See Things in my Mind

I see things in my mind 

that my eyes fail to believe 

my mouth resists to say.. 

Sometimes words are too short and shallow to express 

simple color of no pigments but rather bright signals

I see things in my mind 

that eliminate letters and abstract ideas so blissfully fine

 a feeling of lasting time or maybe no time at all 

photoshop photography 

self portrait 

self perception