The feeling of being broken to the bone; but it can also be uno reversed: like, piece by piece coming back together, forming a version of yourself fiercer and just filled with a quiet, simmering rage. And slowly, she becomes.
Ich bin sonst eigentlich kein Fan von Klassik Radio. Aber zu Silvester bieten sie heute ein besonders tierberuhigendes Musikprogramm mit klassischer Musik an. Dass nach wissenschaftlichen Studien dazu entwickelt wurde.
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Here's a really easy New Year's Resolution:
If you're sick with something contagious, you will stay home if your circumstances allow.
If you can't stay home, you will mask around others until there is no possibility you are contagious.
By making these choices, you will literally save lives.
Another year has come to an end, and a brand-new chapter is starting. Thank you for being here and now let’s celebrate and make the next one even brighter! ✨
The To Do List for next year is short but on point haha!
The year started with the electrified blue series, bright but cold, energetic, full of spark. Then things got a bit darker, but also more powerful and defiant. I really love seeing how the shades and moods shifted over time. What about you?
Merry Xmas, you wonderful humans! Thanks for being part of this little corner of the internet. Have the best, sparkliest holiday ever! 🎅🎄💫
Your wall called. It’s asking for this one 😎 Joan of Arc energy, ready to slay!
😏 female rage, epic vibes, and a little sword magic included.
It’s a whole mood.
Is it just me or was the weekend exactly one day too short
The whole point is about turning my stupid little feelings into something you can see! And AI cannot do that, obviously.
I made this crazy picture with a ton of pictures and and late-night edits, and all the messy human stuff that makes creating feel real.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🎃 Can you believe how quickly this year went. I hope you celebrate as much as you possibly can, with your friends, with your family and maybe pets too! 👻
What my soul sees is how those same shapes turn into a story. The sword carries weight, purpose, and emotion. The armor stops being just a shell and becomes part of a character, part of a world. That’s the moment art happens for me: when the ordinary transforms into something that feels alive.
Watching the news or scrolling on socials is one big flood of how the world is falling apart in front of our eyes, authoritarianism is spreading, and prices for everything go up and up and up. We are not islands, we are all in this together and only together we can and we will ignite change.
Due to unforeseeable circumstances at my website (not resolved but here we go), I am late at posting my monochrome edition of WGT 2025. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, these are real people, real outfits, no AI, just enchanting magic.
Do you feel like you are not really an artist? Look closer: every thought you scribble down, every half-formed dream you dare to share, every broken truth you whisper to no one, that’s art. 🖤
It’s magic leaking out of you when you’re not paying attention. It's creating instead of consuming.
Every time you look at it, you discover something new: a hidden detail tucked behind a fold of fabric, a spark of light peeking through the cables, a mushroom you swear wasn’t there yesterday. It’s like the piece is alive, quietly shifting and inviting you to see your own reflection in its layers.
At first glance, it might look strange or even a little chaotic, but that’s exactly the point. This is inspired by surrealism and brings together unexpected elements: a flowing cloth, tangled electrical cables, delicate flowers, wild mushrooms, and tiny lights all merging to form a single face. :)
I could really use a vacation right now: somewhere to finally breathe deeply again. Sometimes you just want to step away from routines, deadlines, and endless to-dos. Just recharge, no pressure, just being. 🌴✨
Pics from my last vacay in Spain, omg, it's been a year!
We all see the world a little differently. Most of the time, we don’t see things as they really are, we see them as we expect, hope, or fear them to be. This artwork plays with that idea: how perception can twist reality.
I’ve put together a small collection of my works in A4 size that are perfect if you’d like to own a piece of my art without needing an entire empty wall. These small originals or prints fit easily into any corner of your home, like on a shelf, above your desk, or as part of a growing gallery wall.
I went all in with this one. I made it right after a concert at a metal concert venue. Not inspired. Just possessed.
I paint what I can’t scream. I put all my darkness in it, my anger, in the rebellious spirit that claws its way out of the ashes, grinning.
Yes, I'd rather do my stupid pictures than going to therapy, thank you! 😅 Is that clever? I don't know. Am I still alive? Yes!
Here you go with literally observing my coping strategies (more or less effective): Dreaming, raging, dancing and immersing myself in nature.
Summer can be mean, heatwaves, sweaty nights and all. But at least the trees are green and the outdoors feel like an invitation.
It pulls me out from my usual shadows and into a world where meeting people feels... different.
If you’ve ever been at your own exhibition’s fancy opening with free wine in hand and just €12 in your bank account, this one’s for you. 🫶
Welcome to the glamorous life of being an artist, where you’re rich in ideas, contacts, and exposure, but your wallet looks like a ghost town. 👻✨
Yearning. The slow burn. The rain-soaked confessions. ´ But let’s be real: if Mr. Darcy showed up today with that brooding energy, I’d ghost him after two dry texts and an ‘ok’ reply.
So yeah, bring back yearning. Just… from a safe fictional distance haha.
Sometimes people forget that art isn’t just something to analyze, it’s something to FEEL.
We’re so used to asking: What does it mean? Why is that there? What’s the hidden message? But some works aren’t meant to be solved like a puzzle, they’re meant to be experienced like a dream you half-remember.
"Whispers of Midnight Magic" is the namesake of the series. To me, it is an enchanted room with dark sultry blossoms & turquoise feathers. And did you spot the cats with the neon eyes at the top? 😻 Such a 70s vibe to me, haha. And the air is filled with
whispers (probably the ghosts gossiping). 👻
Anyone can tear down, mock, or pretend like they’re better than everyone else: It's so much easier.
But to just be decent? To lift someone up, to mean it when you say “take care”, that’s real rebellion now.
Kindness isn’t weakness. It’s resistance. It’s spitting in the face of cynicism.
Deep within the ancient walls of a forgotten castle lies a sanctuary untouched by time. The air hums softly with whispers... weaving through shadows and stone.
In this enchanted refuge, cats watch silently, their presence both regal and protective, guardians of the unseen.
I love this thought because it helps me to remember that not every thought is true and that you actually can try to do better.
You’re doing your best. You’re still trying. You will get better.
Pride month may be almost over, but the colors don't stop. I mean, yeah, I’m usually dressed in black. 😄 But if you peek under the surface, you’d find rainbow underwear and Rick&Morty socks. It’s like my little secret celebration, keeping it low-key but feeling color on the inside. 🌈🖤
