9. Lipstick Red (Blindfolded) – 30 Slow Drawings

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So my new friend W. gave me his big box of old Copicand Touch markers on Friday (which – technically – makes them a Valentine’s Day gift, though I think they weren’t;)). He hadn’t used them in years and so … Continue reading

8. Lass Suicide (30 Slow Drawings)


I have to admit – I’m kind of in love with these “suicide girls“. Such interesting “drawing material”;) And I like the idea behind it: What some people think makes us strange, or weird, or fucked up, we think is … Continue reading

7. Drawing for Friends – Claptrap (30. Slow Drawings)


One of the things I love about drawing is that it presents you with the possibility to create something which can possibly make someone’s day. This is a drawing of Claptrap – apparently some little robot from the computer game … Continue reading

4. A Long Process (30 Slow Drawings)

Pastel & Coloured Pencils

This young lady really cost me a lot of nerves. A couple of weeks ago I would have stopped after an hour, completely frustrated – but I’ve developed quite an ambition to make the results look like I want them to … Continue reading

Pastel and Coloured Pencils (Pastell und Buntstifte)

Face I (pastel and coloured pencils)

With the start of my new project for 2014  I’ve also developed a new-found passion for my coloured pencils and for pastel – both media which I didn’t really like to use before. So here is another portrait – I like … Continue reading

The fears of a clown.


I haven’t done a reblog before – but this post by Danny Gregory is too great not to be shared!

Originally posted on Danny Gregory:

I am afraid. I am afraid of lots of things and always have been.
When I was little, I was afraid of getting lost, of monsters, of the dark.
Later I became afraid of girls.
Of exams.
Of plane crashes.
Of my stepfather.
Of fire engines pulling up outside my house.
For a while, I was afraid of going to the ATM, afraid I had no money
I have long been afraid of my body, of the hidden diseases and disasters it is concealing.
I have been afraid of strangers who write me mean emails telling me why they no longer like me or my blog.
I have been afraid of speaking to crowded rooms.
I have been afraid of death, especially the deaths of people I love.
I have been afraid to draw, afraid I can’t do it.

I have come to believe that my life’s purpose, the key…

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