I do quite miss you incredibly.
Oh Klaus, you wise, wise German.
Snuggles and making clover chains calms her nerves from the loud helicopters, fire brigades, smell of the bushfire and falling ash.
You Inspire me to draw again, I watched your video of the drawing time lapse and I do something similar with the eraser and charcoal. I like how you use the source and view it up side down, I'll try it for myself. Your art is wonderful by the way I love "The Silence" Dr. Who fan??
Wow thanks so much! Really, I would love to see some of your works. If you try the way I do it, you definitely have to show me :) BIGGEST Doctor Who fan! Are you? Xx
I think your an amazing artist and I just have to know, how do u make there faces strecht like that, that's some cool stuff
Awww wow thanks so much! I’m not too sure really, drawing portraits upside down sort of allows you to see a picture just as shapes rather than a face, and as a result the finished portraits generally emphasise certain characteristics and aspects of the face :) If that sort of answers your question? ….Or are you talking about the Dali drawings?
You are my ONE true friend~ and for that I love you more than the stars in the sky and the fish in the ocean.. I will call you soon: I have allot to say Xoxoxox
You are honestly amazing. REALLY though. I love you uncontrollably, and even if you are the cool mum and I’m the dorky one, you will be stuck with me until our brains become mushy and forgetful. Xxxxx
Alle vogels stil, by Nicolas de Staël, such an evocative artist. Striking, wondrous, majestic, amazing.
‘The days had to mourn wider than the sea. Addition, merely looked the painting. The hours had to sing in his cathedral of higher light that he was waiting for his wall of paint on a music from elsewhere, from songs on the canvas. So listening to the gray of all time, March and still november in his eyes and his hands died he daily to erfkwaal of the gaze, the disease of powerlessness. 2 It was March, but no spring. The crystal south was darkened in its bay. In the walls all the birds quiet The last woman was reversed her chalk-white life. Life was painted with the counterweight of color and the paint seemed thinner than light. All hope of visibility was given. At last he saw in his red the deepest black, everything was seen now, everything is always incomprehensible behind the blue of the universe . Nothing kept him on the blind than nothing. He walked the high clairvoyant evening. His body was the comforting voice of depth as a meat mouse on the stones.’
Dog finally has a friend, her name is Bear. They will be best of friends until they disintegrate.
“Find what you love and let it kill you”