Hope in A Dying World
Tentacled lq
WTF
Deep inside the Spirit Molecule
Lasse
Kessem
Mushrooming Distress
Chomsky
The Dancer
Crippled
Sam
Mark Landis
Mia and I
Singing from the Heart in Silence
Waldstrasse 9     04105 Leipzig GER
Line
Fertility Goddess
Jim, slowly growing wings
Fae and the Dragon
From the little Book of Obsessions
Chasing a Dream
Effing the Dragon
Dependence

Apart from arts and crafts in school until age 14, and classical technical drawing while studying mechanics, I’ve had no formal training in drawing or painting. Although I greatly respect art history, I’ve made no attempts to study its paint styles.

I’ve put originality before everything, striking my own path with intuitive exploration as my only guide and teacher.

So why always faces?

 

What is it about the human face?

 

We live our lives in relation to others. It’s what makes life. It’s how we make our lives.

 

Very few exists in complete isolation. Those that do tend to be people who withdrew from life for one reason or another. The rejection of the social, as part of a social species.

 

It’s the human face that tells us the most, because as a social species, it’s what we’re most attuned to.

Art is about other people. It is made for other people. It is saying something to other people.

 

Without other people, you might as well wipe it all away upon completion, like a Buddhist mandala created as a meditation on impermanence.

 

There’s the meaning and satisfaction in the act of creation, but after completion it is for others.