In my studio I can always be myself.
Because of the many inspiring sketches, studies, collected objects, memories and the blank canvases, a tingle always runs down my spine upon entering, putting me to work.

Formerly time , as a just beginning artist, I thought you had to wait for inspiration, like a highly honored visit from a Muse.
A creative friend of mine , architect, said that for him the Muse does not exist, as long as you dream of her. Hence, I just get to work every morning.

The art gods play with chance and with humans, who venture onto their Olympus.
Sometimes you fall deep, sometimes you may join them on the mountain. They decide!

But yet you challenge them: a divine game, in which you cannot be disturbed.

The paint splashes and trampled clay paint a picture of the battlefield.

Absolutely worthwhile because paradise has now become accessible to everyone.