My Writen Painted felt Authobiography ;)





So beautiful….



The paint and the beach ( Thursday night June 28th)

I needed to paint
A couple of brushes, and bright colors were more than enough
Recycled piece of wood on top of the handle, the bike my own legs
Sunset almost commencing
The ocean already calling my name
This spot was perfect
Towel on the sand and overflown imagination
There was nothing else needed
A constant feeling of company in my heart
Calming effect of simplicity in my thoughts
Sun already sleeping after a long day
and this moon who I was staring at, raising as a mini french croissant hiding shyly under a palm tree but she grew so much that her company was all I needed to see.
She was just pure light in a direct line towards me
My hands painted without seeing
Feeling my pulse, without reasoning but bouncing
Sensual ocean sound
Accompanied by you
Indescribable feeling of liberty that the ocean- sand- beach combo brought
Without hunger
Fulfilled by nature
Salty hair
I walked to the ocean to rub my painted hands
This wave wanted to hug me, and she did
Happy and wet went back to my nest
Freedom and peace. My lungs spreading even more, how big are them?….I felt so much air inside
Time to go home
4 hours went by and my free spirit was sparkling.
Indescribable picture in my heart and soul to be framed


Just got home
The mysticism night brings is silent, yet full of words

breeze in the air

crickets musical rhythm knocking my ear’s door


Sudden rain just started.
How Amazing she is.
It took her 2 seconds to hypnotize me,
her sound impregnating my pulse.

Talkative crumbled clouds redesigning their shape nonstop
Rain makes me sleepy
i ‘m resisting bed
the feeling of infinity is only felt awake
The magnetism of the zombie would be the perfect unseen footage right now but it doesn’t create this palpable truth
of a rain/ darkness/ moon/ mystery addictive smoothie to feed the soul.
eyes almost closing now…
bed is calling….
– coming…..whispers my mind

love —– believe


Unique work by beachole
featuring a Real musician, true to his roots (reph)
The simplicity and magnificence of Santo Domingo, touching lyrics and innocent yet magnetic sound

Free singing

Expressing what you simply feel no need for conformation or confirmation
just a manifestation of your own and intangible feelings
She just inspired me here, by her lost sight and powerful voice, I could reaffirm seeing starts when we close our eyes
She seems to be feeling her own words and sound, but most of all, feeling herself
With a glass of something hugging her hand , smile decorating her white complexion
and a speechless voice she is art
I would have been enjoying her sound painting and writing beside her
Art is a circle of inspiration where when one starts, all of your senses open up and simply more art is coming
Starts by music, followed by poetry, dancing or painting… anything
It just flows
It’s simply a unique way of living
The most beautiful one I’ve been part of
Where the outside complements
but the happy numb inside is fulfilled by melodies