I was trying to paint a picture today, but seems the color i was using was just a pigment of my imagination...

 

As someone who was born to an architect and a painter, obviously I am a very visual person, and most of my earlier influences were from the visual part of the brain.

 

 

You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

    Opinions / Science / Theory of Relative Ignorance  
 

..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

    Art & Culture / Music / Blues / Robert Johnson  

As someone who was born to an architect and a painter, obviously I am a very visual person, and most of my earlier influences were from the visual part of the brain.

When I discovered words it was already obvious to me that this written language is a nice medium but very slow and limited, while in the pure visual world sentiments feelings and messages from the artist hit you in the face in a more immediate impact.

Here are some of the artists who influenced me. The list is long, and many more will be added as time goes by, hopefully creating a more complete picture, a more comprehensive view of my artistic journey.

Art & Culture : Painters

Another one of hammershoi's eccentricities is that on many occasions he completely left out the main character and just painted empty rooms. Or did he? For some strange reason, or for some strange talent, the rooms are never really empty. It is almost as if they are haunted, or if you don’t believe in the paranormal, they look as if the woman just left. She will be right back. It is the space in between. A room in waiting."

Art & Culture : Sculptors

A shinny gigantic metal heart, a gigantic puppy made out of flowers, a pink panther, lips floating in the blue sky, he just makes you feel better. Like a small child, returning to that freedom to dream you once had, when you were still you, when you were pure, new, shinny, like that huge aluminium heart hanging from the ceiling reflecting everything. Everyone. Reflecting you, looking at yourself staring in awe at your reflection.