The Serpent Angel soared fromt the abyss, it brought with himself the halo of something sacred and horrifying at the same. After having painted it, I had to dig into
Somehow I fell in love with armored trains. Those powerful dominators of flat lands where roads melted in mud. Majestic and vulnerable at the same time. Monuments to steel, to
Als ein Kind ein Kind war , the obsessive repetition of Peter Handke’s “Das Lied von Kindsein” opens the movie “Wings of Desire” by Wim Wenders. As a fallen angel,
The Baltic Sea is a legend. From the birthplace of my german side-kin, to Josif Alexandrovič Brodskij’s line: its “aluminum waves, where the eyes meet no borders and the ears
While hiking in the woods, I suddenly faced a deer. Its abrupt epiphany and sudden disappearance let me think of the legend of Saint Hubertus. So, if transformation can take
In R.L. Stevenson’s Treasury Island, the pirate Captain J. Flint ended his life in Savannah (GA). Savannah, stylish and magic voodoo town, its mysterious ways and lightful nights. I simply
Some people have faces not of their own, some people wear them so well. Some people can afford to create a legend upon their own faces. This is inspired by
I often fall in love with a meanigful face, for burnig eyes. When this happens, I physically need to paint a portrait as a hommage and then… everything turns out
A one night standing, years ago, then a dream. James Ellroy’s (best) novel lent me the name for it. Los Angeles, mid ’50s. A club. Citylights and the streets, she
