hills to heart

Oil paint and my water-soluble compromise

On rain, and what it started to mean for me this year.

On the ambivalence of writing about a sustainable painting practice, while not being able to fulfil it.

Water in my bones

When A Fox Sniffs Your Feet

Hello Autumn, it's good to see you.

I'm back. Am I?

All Of A Sudden My Website Visits Dropped to Zero.

Am I more of a writer that also paints or an artist that also writes?

I'm willing to write, but my brain won't focus.

I'm done with beige. And white. And neutral colours.

Walk the Hill - No. 2