… worth a thousand words …
Since I love filling sketchbooks I ll will let a recent one do the introduction for me.
My sketchbook for me is my constant companion and friend. It holds and preserves ideas, thoughts, the occasional philosophical excursion, stickers and keepsakes of places I went to and so much more.
… more sketchbooking
If you should be interested in my sketchbook habit don´t hesitate to contact me for I am teaching sketchbook workshops my art collective Drink and Draw Berlin.
I also teach mixed media illustration classes there- in person and online.
Mephistopheles
Hot blood running through veins of marble, fueling desires unknown to mankind.
A mind as unpredictable as a maze.
He lures me in with his disarming display of intimacy.
I try following his words in order to reach the middle, the source of his intentions, but I get lost in this labyrinth of his and discover that most alleyways lead nowhere at all.
Around countless corners I try to find the right way, but only dead ends greet me with hollow smiles.
I hate these days when talking to you feels like talking to myself. hands reaching out for one another-
-never actually touching. Heartbeats getting slower and slower like a clock dropped into liquid amber.
a loveletter
I swear I do not want you, only to call you mine.
I do not want you just for the sweet memories or the numbing jadedness after a successful chase.
I do not want you to give me things that I cannot give back to you. In short- I do not want to break your heart.
My interest in you is sincere. I hope you feel free and young, empowered and wanted- always.
Always, and especially when you decide to spend your time with me.
I want to see you thrive and grow and sometimes- I will admit it- I really want to see your face.
