The light in the window lights up the winter darkness.
Hard to imagine that in two weeks it will be Christmas knocking on. Oh well, I’ll be working the whole season so my only concern will be to keep me awake during those days.
I am a poet and between different kind of artistic projects I am illustrating the poems from some manuscripts I have written for some years ago. Mostly of my illustrations, paintings and photos belongs to different poems.
There is a reason that my works can differ so drastically from each other but it has with I am a versatile poet. I write not only about life and death and hope and longing, I also write tributes to nature, to life's journeys, to our inner awakening.
Sometimes I let myself cradled in the cradle of surrealism to dream in the abstract, whose boundless breaks the shackles they were chained in.