My Sketchbook
When all the cares of the world become too much to bear, one finds retreat and sanctuary in art. To create for no reason but with indefinite meaning, to give no answer but simply ask more questions...
Swift as Silence
Wings fly and only flightless feathers remain.
Eyes that Slither
Bet you didn't know I was dangerous...
Cool Gal
Because Art Nouveau never dies.
Ink for your Skin
But you spoil the ink.
Gods Anatomy
Unfinished my work here is...
Psyche's Arrow
How the mighty fall...
When I was in Prague
I saw that people have left their doodles and so did I...
Fluid Strokes
Because it was your birthday...
Big Dreams | Gangster
I'm leaving you for the music...