Adri's Palette


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Preparing for a birthday

Last week I took a little break from work and this blog to paint a bit. Namely to repaint our home. With my husband we thought we'd tackle it as a bit of a joint DIY project. It started out... Continue Reading →



For some time I've been thinking that the image I use for my header could do with a little makeover. Don't get me wrong, I love the drawing. It represents a very important part of my past, which I do... Continue Reading →

Swans in the lake

I don't know if it was the long gloomy winter days, the lack of sunshine or a particularly though couple of days at work, but both my husband and I felt we needed some time off to relax and re-energize... Continue Reading →


I thought I'd close this nostalgic trip back in time with angels. (If you missed my previous posts you will find the first here and the second here) Now, these drawings really surprised me. For one, because I forgot all... Continue Reading →

A cup of tea in the Sahara

As I was looking at my old drawings the other day I had a sudden pang of nostalgia. I discovered a series of drawings I made all around the theme of one song, The Police's Tea in the Sahara. Back... Continue Reading →

Good ol’ days and wind blown hair

These past few days I've been in a real de-clutter and organization frenzy. Usually it is to just do something automatic, without much thinking. However, now I felt there was a real need for it because we will be repainting... 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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