When im looking in the mirror I see eyes, a nose, hear etc. but I dont see myself. I dont know who I am or what
I’m doing. Sometimes theres a litle piece of me breaking trough the surface. A melodie guides me to my dream. Heavy rusty chains are swimming around me. strict people are falling trough empty holes but strange creatures are seducing me to show me their wonderfull empire. The empire of shadow and fog with the most intense colours. The shapes of their houses are round and decorated with sticky melting pencils. Around five o clock they go downstairs to play a game.
It is a game with no rules, no boundaries and no limmits. as tension is at the highest point the stickey world fades and I’m walking between those terrible grey boxes again……
acryl on canvas