Dear World. I'm not back. But I'm on my way. Somewhere.

Last week for my birthday I received a Wacom Intuos5 tablet and I thought it's well about time to start draining the creative juices again...... Just coming to grips with the hardware and seeing if I still have it. I am working on 3 things, can't seem to focus on one at a time, reworking really shitty photographs, what I love to do, shitting on machine replicas. I MAKE BETTER :D

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Click on image to enlarge. Trust me. It's worth it.

Midnight Body Painting, or something like that.

So. 

I have indeed neglected this space.

But I did at least get up to some painting. Getting bored and painting myself. This habit was instigated by a university project involving making a body print on a large surface. It kinda sunk in. And this is what it made me do the passed few weeks. 

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Thursday Thoughts

BassSick.

Detail of  Brainstrings. Which I will most some time. In the future.

And a sunset. Oil on canvas. 300x225mm. Painted by my mother dearest, such inspiration.

Coming back. Casually waving hello.

Hello reader. I recently started studying. 

Visual Multimedia studies. 

And have been gaming too often. 

These are a few current thoughts. 

Some old ones revisited, too. 

This is the sound of the moment -

a new error

Savor the ambient essence. 

Pump the bass. 

Get lost. 

Let go. 

Photodocumentation is paramount to existence. Capturing.

I would like to share this moment.

This just happend. By accident.

Oops.

Leopard Love

You feed me antibiotics, with no probiotic.

Planet, I know you care.

You are my only love.

Dragging me along as my toes tremble in the mud.

You keep going,

yet you cannot get anywhere, 

so please come home, to your only planet.

For you are my only planet.

Keep me closed in your cocoon so I can create.

Love.

j

I woke this morning at 03h02 from a dream.
It was like a story.

There was a girl in a room. Which was mine but only not and five men came inside and kidnapped me in my sleep it felt real.

Then I wasn't there anymore like an outsider and there was a little boy who lived in someone's roof and above his bed there were four spiders.
He admired these creatures every moment of time and decided he wants to become a spider breeder. I am afraid of spiders.
They almost seemed mechanical. Grew every day. Spun webs and cocoons to become a new spider.
I vividly remember the one closest to me although I was not even there. It was black and had very long metal-like legs. It had a big red   H   on the side, tilted 90 degrees. But it seemed asif it was painted on.

Why do people forget their dreams so easily?