Boy in Window.

Hi everyone, I hope you're doing well!

I'm currently experimenting a bit with audiovisuals to explore the possibilities of my artwork.

This short clip is the first in a series that I have in mind, centering around the 'ghosts & apparitions' theme that I love so much.

 

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Elise.

Elise has her morning tea in her favorite room, while she enjoys the sight of one of her cute dolls houses.

The sleepy winter sun invades the room and colors it with a golden hue. It's warm and cozy inside, and Elise wonders what nice things the new day will bring. She daydreams as she lets time slowly drift away... This girl has time on her hands, and not a care in the world.

 

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Blue Monday.

 

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There is a Bed.

There is a bed where I can end my days
To think about the road I've run the miles I've come
There is a bed where troubles melt away
My lonely hours or hours with you
The times that we've come through

There is a bed where we shared times of love
And out of love those nights are memories best forgot
We argued about trivial things
And slept apart a wall we built among the sheets

 

There is a bed where sickness left its touch
And fever damp the sheets where I would shake all night
Cold burning on my brow
Hallucinations here and now
A fight to live or die

There is a bed where first we both made love
And left the marks, reminders of how good it felt
The hard, the soft, the sweat in midnight's hour
We built the fort, we climbed the tower

There is a bed where years will make us wise
Truth and lies defeat, despise and forgiving
The sheets our cradle birth to death
The twists and turns of love, the life we're living

 

There is bed where nights I lay awake
To think about my future to forget my past
My bed a boat to sail the seas
To land where safety finds me gripping to the mast

And though I feel the years slip through my fingers
Sorrow lingers and won't go away
There is a bed that is my sanctuary
A bed where I can end my days

There is a bed.

 

Lyrics by the great Marc Almond. I hope you liked this blog. If so, leave a comment, and see you next time. Thank you!!

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Sailing

Hi all, how are you doing! It has been a while since I posted anything here, so I decided to change that. It's not a 'new year resolution' or anything; my publishing routine depends pretty much on how I feel.

Anyway, lately I've bought several old sailing boat miniatures of various sizes. And when I say 'miniatures' I don't mean in the usual dolls house scales 1:12 or 1:24, but rather between 50 to 75 cm (19 to 30 inches) in length.Yet, compared to a life size boat these are of course quite small! 

 

 

Today the pale afternoon sun was casting its rays on them, which led to very beautiful light and shadow effects. I took my camera and shot a few pics, one of which you see here. 

I'm not really a 'boat guy', but seeing these gems in the sunlight definitely made me dream away. Dream of sails, wind and the eternal sea...

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Merry Christmas everyone!!

 

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What's the time, little bird?

A little bird lives with me, a very special one indeed! For this little fellow is mechanical, and sits in a cage that doubles as a clock.

There is a sphere at the center of the cage sitting on a pole. It's surrounded by a ring with numbers one to twelve that mark the hours, and a red arrow moves along it very slowly, showing the time. The cage is small, less than 5 inches (12 cm) tall.

And the little bird? Well, he moves sideways, as if pecking seeds on the ground. Tick-tock, tick-tock... Never gets tired. I watch him while I work, with a smile on my face. Tempus fugit, time flies, and another day goes by, dissolving like mist in the warm rays of the sun. The little bird doesn't care, after all he has time on his side. He keeps and eye on me. Tick-tock, tick-tock...

 

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