Miniature painting

The ghostly figure in this semi-abstract painting looks as if he's wondering around in desolation.. His eyes are hollow, his gaping mouth is big and black. Is he holding a candle? Is it even a 'he', or, perhaps, a 'she'..? And what are those geometrical features in the background? A window, or a mere reflection of one? If up to you to decide what you see...

Ghastly figure with candle. 2018. Acryl on canvas, with wooden frame. 4x5cm (1,5x2inch)

Invisible

Here's more stuff which you won't see, once my current project is done. This is because it will be hidden behind walls, or are the inside of walls. Yet, it's there, I know it is... and now you know too...!

Wall surface facing the back of the shadow box, hence not visible.

Pile of all sorts of things, which will be inside a wall.

Wall surface facing a hollow cavity, will be only partially visible.

A Song From the Attic

Today I want to share with you a song well suited for Jane. It's called "Lost Reflection" by Crimson Glory. I've always loved it since it was released, and could never have imagined that it would 'fit' this purpose three decades later...

You can listen to the song on YouTube by clicking on the image below.

Note: To be enjoyed strickly with headphones on... Like the track: support the artist by buying it from a trusted source.

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Arrival

Playing with Jane: arrival at the train station.

That night, Jane arrived at the train station on the wheels of a night train. 

The chemical scent of spring was in the air, of plants communicating with one another in a language inaudible to human hearing, just like the dead do. 

A gentle breeze rocked the branches of young trees, and made them sway like the hips of a woman, dancing.

Distant stars shone with their pale, yet twinkling April light, much like eyes in love, and the only sound to be heard was the distinctive song of the whip-poor-will.

Welcome home, Jane, welcome home..!