Pictures of my exhibition


Promenade
From seeds of confusions,
and dark illusions fruits will be born.

Spirit
He who is here but can’t be seen,
speaks to me with only words I can hear,
makes me a paradise,
that’s nothing more than a state of mind.

Promenade
From seeds of confusions,
and dark illusions fruits will be born.

The past
What once was will always linger,
doesn’t mean it’s bad,
but the choices I made,
determine who I am.

Problems
Past, present and future no exceptions,
days who seem darker than nights,
can be lighted with a single star,
for even sorrow runs through silver dust.

Saviour
He who sets me free knows all of me,
has seen my past, witnessed the present and knows my future,
will deliver me a message,
‘come what may, it will all turn out right one day’.

My life
My gift is my life with everything in it,
these are my expressions,
this is how it’s given,
this is my journey,
each day learning,
to live a bit more,
but the greatest thing you’ll ever learn,
is just to love and be loved in return.

Promenade
From seeds of confusions,
and dark illusions fruits will be born.

Azrael
A force darker than jalousie,
and stronger than love is taking over,
make one, two again,
wrap me up in your wings and take me up,
it’s yours to take,
for that’s the gift given to you.

Gates of heaven
A life that lasts forever,
but has to be lived in a different world,
committed some sins,
hopefully I’ll be forgiven,
gatekeeper asks one question,
‘never have I taken more,
than I could give in return’
will be my answer,
for I have only lived my life,
the way it was given to me.




(inspired by Emerson, Lake and Palmer
and the original composer Mussorgsky)