I realy do love to up-cycle. Making old things looking nice again in another kind of jacket. So first I cleaned up this furniture, to give it a new face with the acrylic pouring technic.

I just got a friendly advice, from the place where the old souls stay. A meeting of hurted and self healed Hearts, on the other side of the veil, where no one is tearing us apart. Focus on your world,

Let us slide in the Land of the Seven Suns with golden wings floating on the wind the Lights will turn Sin will burn Lightning flashes all over the earth the thunder growled the thunder rolls in the swamp

Far away, far away, in the darkness of the night, I cry for ever, I die for ever, I'm a dead, dead child. Why don't you hear? my silent sadness? Why don't you take a look into my empty eyes? Far away,

Born in a moor, I danced with the devil. He asked me, who the hell are you? He said to me, tell me, come on tell me, tell me the truth. Looking for a way out, scared to death. Looking for my way out, I

Here is one of the poems I wrote in the year 2003. My year of transformation. I am a little girl, a hundred years old. I am a little girl, is there really no one who loves me? I am a little girl, but no

The year 2000 was a very special year, the beginning of the great change in my life, caused by the book: 'The Artist's Way', by Julia Cameron. It is a workbook for a period of three months where the goal

I love to share this information with you. Just feel if it resonates with your energie. Rasta Lady

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When I lived on la Palma, in a squat, we had also made a black light corner in the room. My little cat, thought it was a lovely place to chill. Rasta Lady

My little cat diva today, no need for words, her looks says enough. Rasta Lady

On the road to Chio. It was during the time that I was on tour as a freelance artist on Tenerife. In a period of two and a half years I lived, slept, was at home on twenty-seven different places. Without

One day the idea came up, that I could shoot all of us in the universe. All together going Home. So I started playing with my music program again. The images, are my digitally edited photographs. I wish

Accompanied by music, is a wonderful way to present my art. Rasta Lady

This video is a combination of my photo work, poetry and music. This time the music is not my own, but that of an unknown musician who made his work available, for which I am grateful to him. Rasta Lady

On a sunny day, well humoured, with a sense of singing, I made this video. The photographs I used for them date back to the time (2011-2012) that I lived on the island of Love, la Palma. Rasta Lady