Life is art
Everywhere I look I see art. Colors.. they touch my soul. Compositions pull me inside. Light, giving pure happiness. It makes me wonder, why this need to paint? and why … Continue reading Life is art
Tag: beach
Alone
Monday, emptying my head, need to make space. Thoughts like, why do I do what I do? Trying to find answers, and after a while trying to find reasons. The … Continue reading Alone
Starting point
Nature give forms that I can play with. Drawing with my fingers in the sand, making small holes or big sweeps… straight lines and .. marks. The controlled mixed with … Continue reading Starting point
High
Walked for an hour, the beach is soft. I am warm, to much cloths on. When leaving home the wind was cold, but now… the sun is warmer. A break, … Continue reading High
Inside
The light on the beach reminds me of the eyes of a happy child, brighter than bright, lighter than light. Looking closer, I see the twinkle in the eyes.. or … Continue reading Inside
Air
In the city, on the tram.. people talking, people laughing. A man and a woman are sitting next to me, they are talking about contemporary art. Suddenly their voices have … Continue reading Air
The power
After painting and the day is over… The evening comes, the beach transforms into colors. It feels surreal. When I didn’t live by the beach and visited museums filled with … Continue reading The power
Like water
Today was stormy and the sand looks like water, pulling me along. Pushing me forward. Every step I take, is a take-of.. need to ground myself in the sand. My … Continue reading Like water
The bluest gem of the beach
It’s like the sky is captured in.. In a piece, a part, a gem. The blue shades.. and the white making clouds. How did the sky fall down? How … Continue reading The bluest gem of the beach
Gems on the beach
Everyday there are new gems to be found on the beach… look at those wonderful stripes..It looks like they are painted, don’t you agree? The white in so many shades.. … Continue reading Gems on the beach
Shapes and sand
If the sand was a canvas… a wonderful thing to think about whiles walking. Making imprints and patterns with my shoes. There are so many patterns and shapes. On the … Continue reading Shapes and sand
