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Christmas gift ideas – for the reader

As I was finishing the little vest for my Tabaki Jackal challenge I kept thinking (and thinking) about the book that inspired it all, Mariam Petrosyan’s The House, in Which… I'm a pretty fast reader, but this one kept me... Continue Reading →

The Tabaki Jackal challenge

In the last couple of weeks my contribution on this blog has been sporadic. As I said it once, I'll say it again: it is my friend K's fault! Mariam Petrosyan’s book, The House, in Which… which K gave me... Continue Reading →

The Devil’s Blacksmith

I did something unexpected and exhilarating, I did the English narration of a teaser video for a documentary film my friend is making. The film is about an Austrian blacksmith who has discovered the century old secret of making the... Continue Reading →

Explosion

It is strange, down right surreal when an idea takes shape and it goes against so many conventions that is causes an explosion. Of fury, of rage, or maybe an explosion of new ideas, new ways of thinking. If I... Continue Reading →

My artistic soulmate and a cauliflower

Has it happened to you that you hear a strange new word, a brand new phrase, an idea and then suddenly you find it everywhere around you? Where did it come from, and where were you that you were never... Continue Reading →

The shadow

Beauty is a strange thing. If I'd ask 10 people what are the prettiest creatures in their opinion I bet dogs and cats would be on the list. Horses and even a giraffe. But for me it is a tiny... Continue Reading →

It’s alive!

I am not one to believe in ghosts or follow superstition for that matter. However, I have to confess that an inexplicable feeling does take hold of me when I start drawing or painting a person. From the striking white background... Continue Reading →

Tea time

Follow my blog with Bloglovin When I imagined my Saint Anne I always saw it as mixed media. Neither drawing, nor painting, rather something in between. Something that would explore boundaries to give full rein to the surreal. That is... Continue Reading →

Holding hands

If a Hungarian meets a stranger one of the first things they will ask is what they do for a living. I don't think it is to assess their possible income, rather a very cautious attempt to start the communication.... Continue Reading →

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