Svalbard, the magical archipelago in the north. On the way to the North Pole. In the middle of the Arctic. Where nature rules.
No mobile phone network, no electricity pylons, no condensation trails in the sky. Mountains, pointed mountains full of ice and snow. Which gave the island its name: Spitsbergen. Glaciers in turquoise that seems unreal. Ice floes floating in the deep blue sea. Water that glitters like tiny crystals. Like a mirror full of splinters. Thoughts of the Snow Queen. An unreal world on the edge of civilisation. He is the guardian over Svalbard. Preserves the clear splendour of colour, unbroken by dirt. All around, the grey of industrialisation encroaches ever further. The bell of purity is still over the island. But for how much longer? How long can the guardian protect his kingdom? Memories of a voyage on board the MS Nordstjernen in the Polar Sea around Spitsbergen. No landscape has impressed me more than this one. Captivated me more. No book read, no mobile phone pulled out. I just sat on deck in the midnight sun and marvelled. Pure energy! It won't let me go. Spitsbergen. I have to come again!
For me, painting has been language, relaxation and a fountain of energy at the same time since childhood.
At the easel I forget the time around me, recharge my batteries and enjoy every second of the creative process. I can lose myself in two things: looking at..
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