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The DUDE

Graffiti, acryl & mixed media on cavas

1,4m x 1,4m

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 This painting is a study of the impact exceptional women can have on men.

Men change when he can appear next to an exceptional lady. 

In essence, the combination of a confidence boost, obvious  social validation,

an emerging sense of pride, a subjective feeling of enhanced status, and the comfort of emotional connection,

will collectively contribute  and result in the man feeling like a "real dude" when matched to the right nice lady.

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This Boy tries to catch his favorite Bird

Graffiti, acryl & mixed media on cavas

1,4m x 1,4m

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 The Boy had one mission in life: to catch the Uncatchable Bird.

The Bird appeared on the horizon, wings flapping in slow motion,

leaving a trail of rainbow sparkles and the faint smell of waffles. 

The Stars were watching...

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The third man eats The Fish

Graffiti, Acryl & mixed media on cardboard

80 cm x 120 cm

Three men stood out like polka dots on a zebra.

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The first perpetually tooting a harmonica that seemed to follow its own musical agenda.

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The second puffed on a cigar that inexplicably played a jaunty tune whenever he exhaled.

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But it was the third man that got to eat the fish...

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The Fighter

Graffiti, acryl & mixed media on cavas

1,4m x 1,6m

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Djaleem, a name that resonates with the echoes of valor and skill in the realm 

of combat, was more than just a great fighter. He was a living legend, a maestro of martial prowess whose name stirred admiration and respect across the lands.

 

His name whispered in the wind, his feats etched in the sands of time. However, as the centuries rolled by, the echoes of his exploits faded, and the once-prominent figure became a forgotten legend, lost in the labyrinth of time.

 

For now, Djaleem remains a phantom of history, his story awaiting the intrepid souls willing to sift through the layers of forgetfulness and resurrect the memory of a once-great fighter whose valor and skill were, for a time, unparalleled.

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Three Lawyers
think outside the lines...

Graffiti, Acryl & mixed media framed

100 cm x 70 cm

In the board room, the Three Lawyers desperately searched to refine their strategy.

Think outside the lines...

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And then it started raining...

Graffiti, acryl & mixed media on cavas

1,4m x 1,4m

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Scuba Diving might prevent some mass shootings

Graffiti, Acryl & mixed media on cardboard

80 cm x 120 cm

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While scuba diving is by no means a panacea for preventing mass shootings, 

its potential therapeutic benefits should not be overlooked. 

 

By incorporating unconventional approaches like scuba diving into broader mental health and community-building initiatives, society may offer individuals alternative outlets for stress relief, personal growth, and community connection. 

 

Diversifying the range of interventions available can contribute to a more 

comprehensive and effective strategy 

for addressing the complex issue of mass shootings.

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Swedish Angels have
Caviar Eyes

Graffiti, Acryl & mixed media on cardboard

80 cm x 120 cm

In the land of midnight sun and frosty fjords, where the aurora dances across the heavens like celestial silk, there exists a realm where Swedish angels roam. These ethereal beings, with skin as pure as Arctic snow and hair spun from the finest strands of moonlight, flutter their wings with the grace of winter's first snowfall.

 

Eyes that glisten with the opulence of the Baltic Sea. For within their irises, one finds not mere mortal orbs, but pearls of the sea, shimmering like the stars reflected upon icy waters. Yet, it is not pearls that adorn these heavenly gazes, but rather caviar—tiny orbs of indulgence that capture the essence of luxury.

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​Oh, how the heavens rejoice at the sight of these Swedish angels, their presence a testament to the beauty that lies beyond mortal comprehension. For in their eyes, one finds not only the splendor of the cosmos but also the promise of eternal bliss—a divine symphony composed of caviar dreams and northern lights.

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Four guys shouting at each other on a Mumbai street

Graffiti, Acryl & mixed media on cardboard

140 cm x 160 cm

Somebody in Mumbai should buy this one !!

In the chaotic cacophony of Mumbai's bustling streets, amidst the symphony of car horns and street vendors' cries,

four figures stood locked in a heated debate that echoed off the walls of the narrow alleys.

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They engaged in a surreal spectacle of nonsensical argumentation that seemed to defy all logic.

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the bustling streets, bewildered bystanders looked on,

as the four continued their absurd shouting match, their voices blending into the chaotic symphony of the city,

a bizarre crescendo in the never-ending opera of Mumbai's streets.

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Bush Walk in the Namibian Desert

Graffiti, acryl & mixed media on cavas

1,2m x 1,6m

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In the heart of the Namibian desert, where the sand dunes whispered secrets and the rocks held ancient tales, our eclectic group of adventurers, led by the eccentric Professor Quirkleton, embarked on a bush walk that defied all expectations.

 

In the end, our Namibian desert expedition transcended the ordinary and embraced the whimsical, with dancing cacti, philosophical tumbleweeds, a shared trip into the cosmic unknown, and an unexpected lion companion. 

 

As we left the desert, we couldn’t help but wonder if the line between reality and absurdity

had ever truly existed in the first place.

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Sandman

Graffiti, acryl & mixed media on cavas

1m x 1m

In the whimsical realm of bedtime absurdity, where dreams frolic and reality takes an extended vacation, there exists the Sandman—a mystical figure with a penchant for snoozing and an affinity for moonlit siestas.

 

So, the next time you drift into dreamland, remember that somewhere between the twilight and the dawn, the Sandman is concocting a delightful blend of the surreal and the serene, ensuring that your slumber is not just a restful retreat but a fantastically absurd journey into the nocturnal unknown. Sweet dreams and may the Sandman’s sand always tickle your fancy!

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Look at my hands, she said

Graffiti, acryl & mixed media on cavas

1,2m x 1,6m

“Look at my hands,” she said, desperation etched in the lines of her face. 

Her fingers trembled like autumn leaves caught in an unrelenting breeze. 

Her palms, once steady and sure, now betrayed a story of silent struggles.

 

And then came the scream—a raw, primal release of emotions that had long been suppressed. It echoed through the room, a cathartic symphony of pain, regret, and the profound yearning for understanding.

 

With a newfound understanding, we faced the journey ahead, hand in hand, 

acknowledging the weight of the unspoken and the power of a scream 

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Ratata, Ostend Beach Life

Graffiti, acryl & mixed media on cavas

1m x 1m

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In the whimsical world of Ostend beach, where the North Sea meets 

the horizon with a mischievous wink, 

the air is filled with the scent of seaweed and the contagious rhythm of Ratata.

 

As the sun sets, casting hues of orange and pink across the Belgian sky, 

the sounds of Ratata gradually fade. 

 

Yet, the memories of laughter, the hypnotic beats, and the whimsical atmosphere linger in the sea breeze,

creating a sonic collage that encapsulates 

the unique and absurd charm of Ostend beach life.

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If you can't join them, eat them...

Graffiti, acryl & mixed media on cavas

1,6m x 1,2m

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In the curious land of culinary art, where gastronomic whimsy meets pragmatic 

resolve, a sage chef once declared, “If you can’t joint them, eat them.” 

 

This quirky mantra became the rallying cry for a culinary rebellion against conformity.

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At the age of 12, Winston and his brothers
chased their first enemy

Acryl on cavas

1,4m x 1,6m

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The young Winston Churchill, destined for greatness, 

embarked on a daring adventure at the tender age of 12, 

alongside his two brothers. 

The trio, fueled by a combination of youthful exuberance and an 

insatiable curiosity for the world around them, 

set out on a mission to confront their first formidable adversary.

 

The Ennemy, realizing the futility of resistance, retreated to the coop, 

leaving the Churchill brothers with a tale to be told for generations.

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Three distinguished gentlemen with classy hats respectfully watching a nice lady

Acryl on cavas

1,4m x 1,6m

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As the trio strolled through the illustrious hallways, they chanced upon a charming lady named Lady Whimsyshire,

who was engaged in a spirited game of croquet with invisible flamingos.

The distinguished gentlemen, their hats casting grandiose shadows across the marble floors, halted in unison.

A symphony of cogs and gears resonated as they respectfully tipped their hats,

synchronized like a peculiar clockwork ballet.

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Elfish 

Graffiti & acryl on cavas
140 x 140 cm
SOLD
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2 Guys at a Pixies concert 

Graffiti & Acryl on canvas

120 cm x 120 cm

SOLD

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Jommeke & Tommeke

Graffiti, acryl & mixed media on cavas

1m x 1m

SOLD

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Dressed to Kill

Graffiti & Acryl on cardboard

75 cm x 110 cm

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Selfish Shellfish

Graffiti, Acryl & mixed media  on canvas

80 cm x 120 cm​

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Bar Talk

Graffiti & Acryl on cardboard

75 cm x 110 cm

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The pianoman

Acryl, coffe and graffiti on cavas

0,8m x 1,1m

SOLD

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Kampala

Graffiti & Acryl on cardboard

120 cm x 80 cm

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New York is Mine

Graffiti & Acryl on cardboard

75 cm x 88 cm

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Machu Pichu

Graffiti & Acryl on cardboard

120 cm x 80 cm

It Was Summer Now and the Colored People Came Out Into the Sunshine

By Morgan Parker

They descend from the boat two by two. The gap in Angela Davis’s teeth speaks to the gap in James Baldwin’s teeth. The gap in James Baldwin’s teeth speaks to the gap in Malcolm X’s Teeth. The gap in Malcolm X’s teeth speaks to the gap in Malcolm X’s teeth. The gap in Condoleezza Rice’s teeth doesn’t speak. Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard kisses the Band Aid on Nelly’s cheek. Frederick Douglass’s side part kisses Nikki Giovanni’s Thug Life tattoo. The choir is led by Whoopi Goldberg’s eyebrows. The choir is led by Will Smith’s flat top. The choir loses its way. The choir never returns home. The choir sings funeral instead of wedding, sings funeral instead of allegedly, sings funeral instead of help, sings Black instead of grace, sings Black as knucklebone, mercy, junebug, sea air. It is time for war.

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