Cling together, swing together.
Mitgehangen, mitgefangen.
A r t w o r k . . . f r o m . . . . . . H i n t e r l a n d . . . . . . . . . . . . . G e r m a n y
A r t w o r k . . . f r o m . . . . . . H i n t e r l a n d . . . . . . . . . . . . . G e r m a n y
H Schlagen
So many questions are raised by this drawing!
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Sometimes I feel like an author of novels is assumed to by me. So I’m thinking of pieces a mysterious story while drawing. All the pieces merge into the drawing. And as this is not a novel in fact it remains full of questions …
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Yes, I understand that. I could say something along those lines about the poems I write. Something goes on in the subconscious mind, or the imagination, out is sight of the conscious, the intellect.
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