ART

Art, what actually is art?

There exist so many different kind of arts. Music, Painting, Drawing, fashion, etc. , the art of living, the art of loving, the art of writing…oh yes there are so many different types. This topic could get really philosophically now. Every human being has its own philosophical characteristics, or not? Anyhow there are many possibilities of existing and of enjoying art. Who knows what i don’t know? Anyway point here is that I love art, i would say so, but i ‘m not seeing myself as an artist. I’m on the other side, that means i’ m the visitor and admirer…

 

During my first travels i found my soul-mate – Mel. She is a great person and an artist. I’m proud to present here two pieces of here work.

 

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Great work it is indeed – i enjoy looking at it and now i’ m wondering what the dog is dreaming about and why trees are flying…?

 

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It is a kind of different world…the same when you are in your own dream world, everything is becoming so surreal and nevertheless it is very inspiring. Thanks Mel 🙂

Here works is for sale. Here you can find more:

http://en.dawanda.com/shop/Lumikukka

Somewhat

Somewhat travelling not only means getting to know new places, it means as well walking towards yourself. During my travels I had the pleasure to meet great people and as well I made some really good friends. All these people formed a bit of me. Right now I’m not hitting the road, but sometimes I have that strange feeling that somewhat I’m still travelling. A good friend of mine, Marissa, is an artist by coincidence. Somehow she needs to write down somewhat of poetry. I admire her free style. Her writing hits me and sends me to different places. I’m pleased that I can share one of her works with you.

Blues

by Marissa Krieger

Today my world’s                                       

Fading to grey,

Like all colours are

Refusing to stay.

My blue eyes are blue,

How can it be?

But you, I’m sure,

Can set me free!

Show me the sunshine,

That I can’t see,

Please stop the rain

Falling down on me.

Please find the key,

That somebody stole

To open these chains

And release my soul.

Show me the way out,

That I can’t find.

Please bring them back

These wings of my mind.

You gave me hope,

Lit up my track,

Slowly all colours

Are coming back.

This once grey sky

You’re painting blue.

You’re saving my day

And pulling me through.

I’m so glad now,

You broke the spell.

I’m gonna rock this world,

Heaven and hell.

If you walk the road,

I walked today,

I’ll chase your blues,

Won’t let it stay.

Dear friend of mine,

I’ll pay my dues,

I’ll do my best

To kill your blues.