2025… working title

I emerge from winter having scanned through complicated images of my families history. Joy and tragedy squeezed onto one page like an attempt at reckoning with the fears of the author. Juxtaposing concepts that our films an stories purposely separate. War and Birth, Celebration and Death. Not in a way that is meant as macabre but in a way that is meant to be human. Still there are places that burn me like fire. Great privilege in the face of what I know to be suffering and the great evils of this world. Now this modern evil is all to my neighbors and fellow countrymen but they often do not see their own privilege caught up in what it is they have to to, the inconvenience of the moment justifying the separation from abuser to victim in the modern sense. In any case the year changes, my body fades and I emerge like some creature of indefinable purpose from my slumber. I feel motivated, as the world burns. I feel incapable of helping anyone which is why I can start to make the attempt.

a horse lies in his fenced space on a wide plane inhabited by birds, Is he dead? Is he sleeping under a blanket of Fog?

I decide to find purpose through process. Instead of sorting and delineating I will try to do it all at once. Instead of the Analogue and Digital there is the continual space of my mind and my externalized projection. This is true for my physical fitness as well as my intellectual work. To force enlightenment is to lose it, to flow with inspiration is to gain enlightenment in the aspect of becoming.

inertium singular - focus… _ Fountain pen, digital shading. 14x20cm (analogue)

the Physical is by its Nature finite

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the Metaphysical is by its nature a Continuum of magnitudes of Infinity

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the Physical is by its Nature transformative

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the Metaphysical is by its nature unchanging, it contains all Permutation

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the Physical is by its Nature finite 〰️ the Metaphysical is by its nature a Continuum of magnitudes of Infinity 〰️ the Physical is by its Nature transformative 〰️ the Metaphysical is by its nature unchanging, it contains all Permutation 〰️

contemplating myself in the forrest of myself why? I don’t actually want to know anymore.

reminder to self: buy potassium ferrocyanide (26.99euro for 227g)

young tree gets early start, bright leaves like starts in the night

At this point my mother turned 70. There are gifts for her and the family, simple pattern meant as wrapping-paper. A little illustration now and then…

Mostly just backgrounds

I am kind of fascinated by the shifting effects that displays give digital artwork, Digital Art has the unique attribute that it is always relative to the device it is viewed on. The quality size and shape of the screen dictates the nature of the artwork and its impact. While through the act of printing artwork may become a unique object, as a digital object 2D artwork may exist in a state akin to superposition. I like using my work as desktop backgrounds, allowing me to live with the work before letting it emerge from digital limbo. In the last couple of years a lot of the work I like the best has come out of a basic need to “redecorate” my digital office.
Does digital art have value. Does its lack of objective aura make it a non-thing an object without meaning, Or is it more of an aspect, a way to transform an everyday object like a phone or a computer.

Art made on the phone, consumed on the phone and shared via the phone… not mixed media more of a spectrum of media. Free association and genuine planed artworks. Sketch and finished product in one….

( I use, procreate, affinity suite, gliche, the camera app and a remarkable tablet with its own digital brushes and rudimentary vector graphics. Content comes from nature, portraiture, ink and other painting.)

The core is speed and instinct. Art at the candycrush level (never played that one but you know what I mean)

My mother made a bottle of Sloe-Gin, it seemed naked. Christmas time doodles…

Just doodling and rewatching Smallville… I don’t know why, its almost always worse then what I remember mostly because Clark is a liar.

Trying things for the EXP… last image of the year. Thanks for sticking with it. Hope there will be one of these in 2026. In the end I hate marketing and marketing yourself is the worst. Mainly because you have to balance Ego rather then just go with your gut. Anyway, this is mainly an image stream of consciousness, Some of it considered pieces of art, And others basically a body reflex.

And let’s see if I can find a continuous line of some sort this year.

Your consumption is greatly appreciated, All the best.

And have a good year,

👋✌️ Hans