Marauding through what's left of Europe
The artist should not only paint what he sees before him, but also what he sees in himself. If, however, he sees nothing within him, then he should also refrain from painting what he sees before him.
Hello everyone! Hello to the half dozen of our old readers!, hello to you, fre...
Raise thy hand thee who hath bear no guilt of delusion. As much as our human mind might naturally tend to laze around, we cannot forget us able to disentangle complexity. I argue, we must.
After no less than seven months of work I've completed my first book. 28 woodcuts, all texts and titles set by hand, all printed and bound manually.
For a month now Leon has moved into a new studio.
Almost exactly one year ago I paid a visit to Amsterdam. A working trip, as usual, dedicating to checking out all the Rembrandts and Vincents.
On the chemistry of pigments and Newtonian liquids.
On Bruno Schulz, Stefan Sweig, Fouché, and Drohobycz.
A very quick, albeit fourth, visit to Paris.
Nothing against flattery, I'm too vain to refuse it; but it doesn't count if it's not well-deserved.
Intaglio and relief printing are two complete opposites in my practice. I grea...
Hitchhiking to Antwerpen set a new record for how many cars I needed: Münster ...
Now for a small interlude: Various drawings from various trips, recent or not....
Half a year after departing towards Rome, long since having returned back home...
Popular demand (believe it or not!) made me do it: Over the course of the next...
Instead of original content today we feature an article by Kurt Tucholsky.
Whenever I try out some new technique I find a pattern in my habits confirmed ...
Nelson, I have something for you ! Short explanation for everyone else:...
A day like today – I know it's yesterday, but allow me please the time-shift, ...
Where to next? It's not a question that would concern me on a daily basis, but...
To the subjects of the Queen Elizabeth Battenberg-Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, in...
Yeah, that’s one thing I learnt in the States. Let’s get through its first w...
We first noticed the rat two weeks ago. These days it's believable that wint...
Leon, I have more arts for you. If you really want to see Kraków for rea...
Leon, I have something for you. Do you remember Mehoffer ? And these thing...
My normal life is like living on holidays. And everybody needs holidays from t...
A few days ago I was having a conversation with Stefan about stained glass win...
For weeks have we been silent: No time to write in these hurried last days of ...
N: 40km done so far, now I have some easy 30km, then 10-15km of shit and I...
Last Monday was a very memorable day. What an absurdly long, mountainous, surp...
We're awfully sorry for writing less and less; this affliction comes naturally...
Ok, let me just complain for once. Complaining is healthy. Studies says that y...
High atop Genova there is a grand statue of the virgin Mary, nigh as tall as t...
You will have to excuse us. The last week was kind of over-demanding. We cycle...
Travel styles differ so vastly. I remember well how I went to Lisboa for the f...
Because you will be dissapointed by the Kunstmuseum in Bern, we prepared some...
Summer 2015: Nelson and I cycle to Kraków and argue about every city except fo...
And in just one innocent, harmless, typical day, we just broke our high peak r...
"Le pontissalien" is the local hipster café: sterile atmosphere, furniture in ...
We arrive unusually early, Jorge is even faster than us sometimes, and I don't...
Continue from Paris, Part One: Les Jongleurs Sunday was quite a relaxed...
Fancy lunch – tuna and wiener sausages on, for lack of baguette, crumbly biscu...
What are a Venezuelan, a Cordovan, and a Westphalian, doing at the house of a ...
Paris is a dream to cycle in. As a Münster native I'm used to rude cyclists an...
Welcome to France. The land that made Caesar's career, the country that gave u...
32 °C of savage heat and I'm not even in France yet. Accordingly, today's trip...
"Very pretty!" said Gandalf. [...] "I am looking for someone to share an adve...
Once upon a time there were three guys who wanted to cycle somewhere. Nay, bet...