The portrait of Francisca Macionilia Bandeira is done.

some eyes into whoom I had the chance to glance

wish u all clear 4 new year!

door in the back


AND ONLY SAY

inspired by the song "Banks of the ohio"
by of one of my favourite singers:


recon him? ...Johnny R. Cash..........! deserves a better drawing

Francisca Macionilia Bandeira

Working on the portrait of the beautiful mother of Marie Jo.

Travelling by train I found a new hobby: to colour fotocopies of friends drawings:



These two were made by Sandra Kühne.

More impressions of the expo

inside the hall


Kristins work outside the hall, oposite to my painting

Impressions of Artspace Rondeel

Some people at breakfast
Rafa helping

Some of my dear helpers after work, Anne and Rafa.

Big Thank You!

To the very dear "Camping team" who helped me in everything.

Welcome!

The big Hotel painting I've been working on for nearly two years is finished yet! It will be shown at the Kunsttour in Maastricht.
You are welcome to come and see it!








From the End
in Aspi Waldheim
over Börn,
Lucerne,
Küssnacht am Rigi,
Hochdorf,


to Thea's stable in Schlattingen
where a vision I had in Maastricht
started to get realized.




.

my room & cabin

happy to go back
on a trip
like this one
with kitchen
bus and tent
and wonderful people
up to Maastricht!

Stones & Islands of croatia

No wonder my herzegowinian room mate is so nostalgic about stones.. in the green hills of Emmental.

I've heard they made it over el gran charco!

Virgen de los navegantes
en la costa del atlantico

finished they are!
every hole is sewed, ready to
GO WEST!
...south west, with some of that flamenco in the sole, olé!


Working in Ruedi's booth on the rabits shoe's

how proud!

the CD of the Fischermann's Orchestra is out on the streets to sell now
at Gabor Kantor in the Musik Forum in Lucerne

my cousin Irène & me
she was my first guest, nearly a year ago.

blue flamenco shoe

Waldheim

Josida? Joseia? Josidea?..
Can't remember the man's name who brought me back home by rail.
I was so tired and a little sad and confused, cause I had just missed a train. He asked: Can I help you mam? Have a seat, you will see I bring you back home. He lead me into the engine and conducted the train with a peacefull mine ... till I got close to my woody home.


street home

the battery is a palm!

Selma Pascal & Yané!

with the portrait kiosk at their Wedding

Fischermanns playing

I have this taste in the mouth,
this taste that comes when you travel too much by train bus bike and anything,
it's like a very light sea sik feeling, made of thousands of litte coloured points that join to a soft grey.
And it feels exiting and over dosed at once.
A mix of all the colours that step into me in high velocity through the train window and it's reflection.