Simply for the love

Simply for my love of the South West of Europe, its people and my friends. The approach to life and the many wonders of a life between the branches.

The spots of colors, the many shapes.

All the love and thank you so much,
The Entourage

Familia Fantasia

Nothing is moving and all is darkness. He is tempted to open his eyes, but the dense black is so soothing in its all penetrating presence. A roar of lion is vibrating throughout all that he is jaguar.

A tree is emerging from below, where he is sitting. Purple flickers of light are washing out of that tree's leaves into infinite gaps between motionless winds surrounding all of him. Song of tradition is taunting the adolescent self, which is hungry for more light, for more honest violence towards untouched life. The protector of the baby is crying out in vain. A step taken back, two eyelids are suddenly opened. The room posing space is illuminated by a single candle, the family present.

Two eyelids are closed again and another opened. The same familiar darkness is giving shelter to a broad spectrum of raw emotions, which arose from that glimpse of that room of space filled with people, who are the embodiment of the because to the why. And again, the eyes are opening, closing, opening, closing, opening.

Your Familia Fantasia

Vast oceanic freedom

An eagle is soaring effortlessly through warm layers of cutting trade winds along ragged coast lines of an yet undiscovered continent. A strong arm is raised in an welcoming gesture of possible unison. The eagle's claws are finding their fit around hardened muscles as the warrior cries out in deep joy and understanding of the animal's needs for recognition and freedom. Behold. The bird's beak is ripping open a gash of flesh around the man's left wrist. Fresh blood is flowing forth to color the earth below in dark, inky tones of red. The color of love and hate. After the man bled to death quietly, his soul is born liberated of the trade of flesh for water. Waves are rumbling against the ancient cliffs, which are towering over untouched sandy beaches that have been hiding so long along forgotten boulders of past millennia. The body is falling down to the earthen ground, is twisting once more in physical revolt to release itself over the cliff's edge into the winds of coming change. The salty waters are washing clean the warrior's vehicle, which has served its purpose from times of sin and truth. At last the body is returned to salt in veins. The last verdict is freedom. No time to die, if one can live.

All the love from Fantasia

Eat like a poor man eats

 

Eat like a poor man eats and you will meet your doctor only on the golf course.

Whoofing project Jan' 2014 in Carrapateira / Portugal.

Whoofing is a project, connecting volunteers with local farms in order to give both parties the chance to exchange energy and knowledge without being in mercy of a monetary system.

All the Love from Portugal,

The Entourage

People with Ram

People with Ram

The past handful of months had felt like an slow emerge out of an ocean of head games, I had set myself to solve throughout the previous years. What began as a playful exploration of the mind evolved over the years into a lasting state of ever questioning and internal negotiation about what “I” was and how I could tune in with my environment. What the Fitzgerald!, these were and are potent questions and I was fortunate enough to encounter and rediscover companions, who were of great service to my reflective process, but the more I kept on insisting of asking, the more I seemed to be solely by myself. Being alone - being one with all. I didn't get the grip. Many teachings from all over the places tend to encourage one not to give up on trying to solve these everyday contradictions. Especially enticed by western and eastern mystic traditions, I set out to live with the groups and individuals, who concern themselves with answers to the questions mentioned above.

And what a time I had. My habit of traveling and the hunger for novelty led me to experience, not only unknown regions of my mind, but also humans, who were living so differently from what I had previously known in my life that I started to get a taste of what I actually was looking for.

Rock, Scissors, Paper, Stone.

Everything is possible.

Cheers and good day

The Entourage

A challenge is there be to handled

I am so stoked to be able to write and show again from now on.

The headquarters have been relocated to Algarve, Portugal beginning of this year.

The first pictures show Carrapateira and Amado beach. The places I arrived.

With so much going on at the moment, I am trusting in all of us to unite in our creativity, power, … drunkenness of life.

End of the year

ANOTHER!

 I am; a drawing of my sister.

All the best for the new year.

YOUR ENTOURAGE