A WINTER DAYBREAK ABOVE VENICE
2016
120 (w) x 80 (h) x 2 cm
acrylic and oil on canvas

Winter in Venice.
Fog rolls over the island.
Dimmed light and subdued colors everywhere.
Venetians speak in a hushed tone, dressed in fur coats and hats.
Low voices from the piazzas, churches and small restaurants.
Gondoliers guide their narrow boats out of the mist.
Winter is a romantic season, a poem of the golden age.
Time stands still, world stands still.
Winter in Venice.
Waiting for a daybreak.

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"Venice was and is full of lost places where people put up for sale the last worn bits of their souls, hoping no one will buy.”
- Ray Bradbury

WHERE THE SUMMER NEVER ENDS
2016
150 (h) x 120 (w) x 2 cm
acrylic and oil on canvas

Be aware I'm dreaming the dark
A fallen king, a stranded soul
Without a throne, without an ark
Somewhere, somehow
Wanna find shelter from the cold.

Can't you see I'm yearning for light
A ground to live, a space to be
A place to keep me warm at night
Somewhere far from here
Where the summer never ends.

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"He who has a why to live can bear almost any how."
Friedrich Nietzsche

BLOOD WILL HAVE BLOOD
2016
150 (h) x 120 (w) x 2 cm
acrylic and oil on canvas

I often mediate on Shakespeare and his ageless dramatic scenarios. I do love his very poetic but razor-sharp, brilliant psychological consideration of the human being. Remember Macbeth. Striving for power -- political, financial, intellectual, sexual -- ruled, rules and will rule the world. We aren't more than a stone's throw away from former generations and centuries and from Scotland in the summer of 1057 (the death of king Macbeth).

Macbeth to Lady Macbeth:
"It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood."
(Shakespeare: ex Macbeth, act III scene IV)

SEA AND SKY AND MELANCHOLIA AT THE END OF SUMMER
Triptych 2016
acrylic and oil on canvas
380 (w) x 150 (h) x 2 cm

I share the opinion of the famous Norwegian painter Edvard Munch (1863-1944), that paintings contain not only a creative message as single piece. You can look at them also in a major conceptional context. This triology SEA AND SKY AND MELANCHOLIA AT THE END OF SUMMER combines three new and essential of my works (2015/2016) from aesthetic standpoints as well as with regard to contents.

Summer is over soon and the days getting shorter again. Autumn is on the way. We feel the last warm breeze on our skin. Blue surrounds us and is the dominant colour. We are in between summer and autumn, in between blossom and fading. But we are just bystanders, we have no right to a say in a matter. Sea and sky exist from the beginning to the end of all times. And what about us? Do we have collect enough precious summer moments to survive the cold and darker days? With every new year the summer feels shorter, and life too. Where are the endless summer months at the seaside, far away from daily routine, where are our younger and lighthearted days? Hope is beyond the horizon line. But we are fighters and we have nothing to fear. Sea and sky and sometimes also melancholia will accompany us. And we should remember Dylan Thomas and his poem: "Do not go gentle into that good night." Next summer will come. Farewell warming sun. This is not the finale.
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The triptych combines following works and should "read" from left to right:

"EVENFALL AT THE FRONTIER"
acrylic and oil on canvas, 2015, 120 (w) x 150 (h) x 2 cm

"WHERE THE WHITE WINDS BLOW"
acrylic and oil on canvas, 2016, 120 (w) x 150 (h) x 2 cm

"TO THE EDGE OF THE WORLD AND BEYOND"
arylic and oil on canvas, 2016, 120 (w) x 150 (h) x 2 cm

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"Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage again the dying of the light."
Dylan Thomas

TO THE EDGE OF THE WORLD AND BEYOND
2016
150 (h) x 120 (w) x 2 cm
acrylic and oil on canvas

Await my return from the open sea
Yesterday, tomorrow, always
Watch for me on the mountain
I will search for you until I find you
Through hundred worlds and lifetimes
To the edge of the world and beyond.