Marvena-tigereye

I've found this place while walking with the dogs. It was near by a field in the open nature, where deers and boars have free access to this dump. We found remains from the plastic packing for BBQflesh. Aninmals had ransacked them. They guzzle the plastic because it smels like flesh. I don't want to list the other things we've found there. But I think anybody can imagine the consequences of that. And that's only one example. Only a part of one tear in a ocean. Imagine that. All over the world people are dumping their trash into the nature without thinking for the consequences (or maybe they do. But they do not care). If we carry on as th

Is just a tiny moment. When you are drawing ore painting and you immerse in your world. Then you suddenly know that you can't do something wrong because everything you do will be right. Every path leads to the end. And then it is like magic. You're part of this world. Each dash you make creates something new. You let it flow. You can't change it. It's magic. Only pure magic. You're completely immersed. The pen in your hand is your magic wand, your brigde to your mind and the door to your freedom. Because the door is always there. You just have to open her. And that is a moment in wich the door is open wide. But suddenly it's over. You l