She calls herself Grace

In this very humdrum and materialistic era, her very Presence feels like a miracle. She is not aware – but she shines. Radiant waves of light beam out of her countenance. She is caring yet unassuming. Endearlingly joyous.

She manifests what the poets throughout the ages have tried to capture: wisdom, clarity, sweet elegance. Poise. And above all – Grace.

She is the embodiment of Femininity in its twofold aspects: maidenhood and motherhood.

Amor fati

Most humans´ failure is triggered by their inability, or rather, self-sufficiency and idleness when it comes to decipher and appropriate their real Destiny:
They fell short to fathom and take advantage of those ineffably fruitful encounters with people who would have inspired and enriched them, who could have unveiled the very Course and Sense of their life…Indeed, they prodigiously fail to recognize those unwonted occurrences behind which Grace was winking…
Because of this, most people will live giddily, vapidly and “lost”…


A life spent in illusion is not worth living

And yet…
Deprive them of their illusions
and they’ll fucking kill you.

Find the Connection first

One needs to perfect one´s talent, that´s for sure,
at the same time,
Art has almost nothing to do with outward skill,
inasmuch as
Connection makes the Craft.
Not the other way round…

She´s enwrapped in secret music

Who´s to guess her song?…

We have to find it inwardly

Let´s admit it once and for all:

Other than living on some past grandeur – like Paris or Rome – there are no places left on this earth where you can find true inspiration, communion or artistic thrill.

We are compelled to look inside:


If you wanna raise, have the courage to fall