I had an imaginary conversation With a teacher I let the conversation boil And took it off the stove To cool down I saw I do not need this food Any more My soup is ready Between the milky-way And Andromeda I wrote a letter this morning And forgot to send it The small waves…

I called it A Portrait. I wrote this name and the measures on the back-side of the picture, so it will be ready for all the processes of selling. Why is this a portrait? Because I decided to make a portrait as I was starting. Before I did the first line, I wondered: What shall…

Thinking again about the choice of doing the blog as my direction. It may feel as if I am an ant, crawling on a topographical map, among hills and valleys in brown and green. And it can also be seen as if I am the sky that is getting involved with the hills, the valleys…

There are many ways to read art. This is one of them: Just start writing and see where it takes you. You can also say: Start to describe what you see. From there you start to be guided by your interests, associations, and yes, the universe supports you, based on your inclination at the time….

You will have to imagine the picture for this entry. Imagine a few wide horizontal lines, painted with a soft pastel in brown, any brown that you like. The lines overlap and, together, create one thing that travels now and now and now. It travels joyfully, like a dolphin in water. Sometimes one of the…

I started this painting in the afternoon after a day of revelations. I was satisfied. A door has opened for me into where all the questions about what I wanted to do came to rest. I’ll write about this sometime later. In the painting, the drawing in grayish green came into the paper from above…

I wouldn’t mind having a big room where on the clean floor somewhere farther than the middle this will stand just a line maybe dark grey as here and people will get a little book of white thick paper and a beautiful small collection of very soft oil crayons to do anything they want with…

I thought about this many times lately. It was like an old friend, knocking on my window to wake me up. Drawing is my most direct expression. When I started doing abstract drawings many years ago, I was thinking about sculptures that I wanted to make. I did not have the how to, the where…

The pink Is riding the ochre The pink is a saint We know this by the halo He’s also a juggler And even if his clubs Fall They never reach the ground Just like him The drawing lines Try to be A judge A piano A horse A boat in Venice To make the people…

As soon as I finished it and I wanted to go to bed, I felt that there was something good in it. I saw it in passing two more times that night and the feeling was still there. In the morning it became clear to me that I really like this one very much. This…

Under the drawing lines there are only two shapes. One is yellow. One is multi colored. The drawing lines above the second, bigger shape, were used as borders among the colors. The drawing and the multi colored shape became glued to each other through this. They became one. But from the top of the multi…