Open your eyes, i still beg......

Another edited drawing that turns into a new world. I'm thinking of painting these ones. I got very inspired by editing my drawings, creating new possibilities. For drawings ánd paintings. A world into a world into.... it seems endless. I wish you all a wonderful weekend that seems endless with full of inspiration!

Open your eyes

I still beg......

Lost love

Yes, i did it again. Digitally cut some drawings into pieces, creating new dimensions. About feeling lost and a torned love. For all the confused and broken hearted. Hopefully to bring some consolation....... 

LOST

 LOVE WILL TEAR US APART

You can buy prints of these and the original drawing here.

Some confusion

An old drawing i edited. In this form you also can see it in my booklet.

An uneasy one?

I draw and paint to express my feelings. Sometimes also hard, difficult feelings from the past. Or things i notice, what's going on in the world. I do not create to make beautiful images. I create to tell a story. Sometimes the story is beautiful, sometimes harsh or both sweet and dark at the same time. Is that possible? I think so. There's also a form of beauty in dark stories. I can imagine that the images from my 'Is that blood on the floor?' series can cause un uneasy feeling. That's not my goal btw, but i'm aware of it. I will not explain what it's about, i think everybody can make his own story. But it's about women and these women are one way or another strong women, not victims.

Don't touch me, touch my soul

More organic worlds

Hi there my dear readers, at the moment i am not that much on the internet. I have a muscle disease and at the moment it's a bit rebellious towards my body. So i am a bit silent, but i hope to visit my favourite blogs soon again. For now some new insects and organics. I hope you'll enjoy it. Until later, i catch you soon. :-D

SEEDS

MOONLIGHT FIREFLIES

FLOWER

BLOSSOM DAY

BLOSSOM NIGHT

CONNECTED

FEMBUG

Organic world

And here are the organic worlds.......

Thorns

Rocket broccet

Moonshine

Deer amoebe

Bloodflowers

Metal is tough

Just insects

Veins * Scared Ohsymph * Eggs
Feather * Flame
Kissing flies * Innocence

Chickfly * Black old sun

The last view days i have been playing with a drawing program and cutted, coloured and manipulated parts of my drawings into strange insects and plants. I am very pleased with them. Tell me, what do you think of these strange worlds?

Encouragement * Gluttonous desires

Her untamable soul
guided her to dark trails.
She was amazed about
her gluttonous desires.
But dreams can fail.
She'll play no longer
hide and seek.
The dreamer
brutally awakened.
And how she learned
that bleeding
accomplish growth.
That pain
allows her
to be her deepest self.

Keep you from sleep

I'm so happy! Today i started three beginnings for new paintings. And i was very content with it. I always draw, but i hadn't paint for a long time. Somehow it didn't work. That frustrated me so much. I need to paint, it makes me happy. So that's why..... I photographed one unfinished painting and used it to edit it further more on the computer for my graphic work. And there she is, a new icon. 'Keep you from sleep' i call it, although i also came up with 'i don't wanne be a pretty baby'. But i can use them both i suppose. I will upload the (still unfinished) paintings soon also.

As my love saw this image he asked me if it was Michael jackson. :-S That bothered me. A lot haha. Perhaps he thought it because of the overkill of M.J. images, videos etc. lately. And i have to admit there is some resemblance perhaps. But no, it's not him, it's a restless woman who doesn't wanna be the pretty baby the media tries to force us to believe as the only truth about beauty.

Sunday july 5: I loved my new 'no-baby' icon a lot, but since the association of my hubby something changed. My love has cooled down. ; -) But hey that's life.
Please, tell me what you think of her, who keeps you from sleep?

Confusion

A new version from an older drawing, operated on the computer. I like it a lot, so i use it now for my background. Please respect my creations, do not use this for your own blogs or something like that.

Topic: Is that blood on the floor?

Why 'Is that blood on the floor?' Blood is the symbol for life and in christian symbolism it also stands for salvation of mankind thru shedding the blood of Christ. The colour red has many meanings: warmth, love and passion, martyrdom. In the dark ages red was the colour of sin and destroying violence.

Ever since puberty women are conversant with blood. The deeper level in this work also contains the pain women often suffer from violence: physically as well mentally. But i didn't paint the women as sad martyrs though. They send out meeknes thru their vulnerability, but not in a passive way i think. I wanted to imagine strong women who despite their pain carry on their path of life with their head high.

I'm thinking about the form of this topic. Shall i print them, large sized? Or like photographs in a small book which i also work up so that the viewer get the feeling of a voyeur.

I've decided it will be a book with images and poems. I am working on a webshop so soon you can buy yourself some real Momo Luna art.

Mary and child

This is me with my eldest son, whois almost 13 right now. First of all i make a collage and then i work on it on the computer, using the drawing program iUlead Photo Plus. I brood on how i will print this image. Silk-screening? I want a large dimension. But perhaps that will be ugly because you see to much the pixels? How can i solve that problem? Maybe i can paint this on canvas.... Well, if i have decided what to do, i will inform you. ;-)

Mutilated thoughts

Soms kun je er zo naar verlangen.

Een HAPPY END.

Een lang gekoesterde wens

het wachten moe.

Elke keer weer

die m - o - e - i - z - a - m - e liefde.

Fataal beklemmend,

eindigend in pure frustratie.

De ene sigaret na de andere.

Een beschadigde huid,

verminkte gedachten.

Ik weet het niet....

Soms kun je er zó naar verlangen.

Sometimes you are craving it that much.

A HAPPY ENDING.
A cherished wish,

tired of waiting.

Again and again

this e - x - h - a - u - s - t - i - n - g love.

Fatally oppressing,

ending in pure frustration.

The one cigarette after another.

A damaged skin,

mutilated thoughts.

I don't know.....

Sometimes you are craving it thát much.

Taste

I taste the smell of death.

I hear the sound of violence.

I am dizzy, but i am not afraid.

Because i believe in love.

Don't i?

AM I BLEEDING?

God said no!

Don't touch me

Animal nightlife

This was printed on t-shirts in 1995