Art Blog
Behind the curtains - a final painting
Some paintings arrive fully formed. Most of mine do not. They accumulate — over months, over versions, over what I see, what I feel, what I lose. What you see in...
Behind the curtains - a final painting
Some paintings arrive fully formed. Most of mine do not. They accumulate — over months, over versions, over what I see, what I feel, what I lose. What you see in...
The Art of Caring for Loved Ones from Afar
Chapter 1 It was an early fall morning in the Swiss Alps, and we found ourselves stranded in traffic at the entrance to Gotthard Pass. Uninfluenced by the breathtaking beauty...
The Art of Caring for Loved Ones from Afar
Chapter 1 It was an early fall morning in the Swiss Alps, and we found ourselves stranded in traffic at the entrance to Gotthard Pass. Uninfluenced by the breathtaking beauty...
The Geometry of Time: Poetry, Papyrus, and Pyra...
Follow your destiny, Water your plants,Love your roses, The rest is shadows - Of unknown destiny. Reality is always More or Less Than what we want Only we are always Equal to ourselves....
The Geometry of Time: Poetry, Papyrus, and Pyra...
Follow your destiny, Water your plants,Love your roses, The rest is shadows - Of unknown destiny. Reality is always More or Less Than what we want Only we are always Equal to ourselves....
My Croatian Awakenings
The light we chase "The Mediterranean has colors like Mackerel. Changeable I mean. You don't know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it is blue, because...
My Croatian Awakenings
The light we chase "The Mediterranean has colors like Mackerel. Changeable I mean. You don't know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it is blue, because...
Lisbon in June: A Meditation on Belonging
The festival's fleeting nature—passing friends and family, beloved smells and sounds that return each year—touches that deep collective nostalgia, a joy tinged with the ache of remembrance. Saudade, that bittersweet...
Lisbon in June: A Meditation on Belonging
The festival's fleeting nature—passing friends and family, beloved smells and sounds that return each year—touches that deep collective nostalgia, a joy tinged with the ache of remembrance. Saudade, that bittersweet...
