Prepared for an in-depth interview
6 am + delayed flight
It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon..
When the going gets tough
Late summer zen
Yay! Heye produced two puzzle versions with my artworks, woot! My dad sent me the last photo
Few of my small size oil paintings are a part of the group exhibition "Back to the Feelings" put together by our painting class mentor Hrvoje Majer. It was a nice blend of friends, family, colleagues and exhibition goers at the opening. The atmosphere at the attic where the course takes place is just as relaxing as it was when I first started going.
Went to Stockholm for a few days to see the Stones and the city.
We stayed at the hotel next to the Friends Arena. Beds were so cozy, but the breakfast that was included in the price made us get up earlier. :D
It was very windy and cold as soon as the sun set down. We wandered around the city with Google Maps - didn't really feel like visiting galleries or museums.
Jagger is aging goals.
A small format painting of Richard Ashcroft I did while buzzing after seeing him perform live
'At the beach' collage on the Lumas tram and gallery window during Art Basel :D
Started experimenting with oils on canvas recently
Caught the second part of Stop Making Sense on TV. Byrne not giving a damn is the most satisfying thing to watch. So groovy
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.