Month: January 2014

Catching the moon.

Thích Quảng Đức

Saigon, 1963

Hunter.

The space between us,

Iceland.

Crackling ice.

Paths, that cross.

Speak to me, shadow. Shadow, speak to me.

Wölfe.

Ausweglose Situation.

Ultra Violet.

Echt billig.

Full Metal Jacket.

Track of blood.

Last breath.

Nothing to say.

Locked In.

Sometimes Jesus is quite ugly.

Dreamtime.

Events causing a track in somebodies mind.

Erlkönig.

A Poem by  J.W.Goethe. Who rides so late through the windy night? The father holding his young son so tight. The boy is cradled safe in his arm, He holds him sure and he holds him warm. Why is your face so frightened my son? The King of elves, father,

Poison.

Envy. Have a drink with celebrities.

Blue eyed son.

Listening to extraordinary singer Tobias Gruben .

Trying to put out the fire.

Introducing shadows in the  desert.

Path.

DIG !

Der gute alte Nierentisch.

C-Moll

I#m not used to be abstract, but sometimes it just happens.

Cascade

Thought i was doing a waterfall, but it turned out to be the head of a horse.

Tres bien !

Ode to Joy

How calligraphic painting works.

Trying to stop that wheel.

 

The art of calligraphic painting.

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