(c) freedom writer

Oil painting inspired by Kraftwerk’s Man Machine album cover and Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale book cover, which you may see below.

The work represents my take on the strict and often mechanical separation of gender roles as well as on the loss of individuality. In the words of Marilyn Manson, we’re “just a copy of an imitation” (Target Audience song).

Kraftwerk Man Machine Album Cover
The Handmaid’s Tale Book Cover

I Fell in Love with the Sad Clown with the Golden Voice

Puddles Pity Party

I fell in love with the sad clown with the golden voice
You play your part so well
With humor and sadness blending like colors in harmony on the canvas
You started the world’s first joke that made everyone cry
You’re a rock ‘n’ roll diva, a snowman in disguise
The Grinch who stole the spotlight
An operatic soul with humanity as your best card
The joy you bring into our lives isn’t the kind that’s for sale
While the real clowns are running your country
You show up at the pity party
With your greatest gift
And the usual makeup
Do be sad and show the world
The beauty that resides in vulnerability
And let another tear fall
And another one…

Puddles Pity Party

I fell in love with the sad clown with the golden voice
What do I do other than go with it, where it takes me?
There is laughter and glee and the white color is growing on me
You fill in the blanks with your art’s tint
Ageless and full of nostalgia
In each tremolo of your voice
There’s a happy ending
The one I never had
A musical hug is on the menu these nights
As your art attends to my mournful soul
Bit by bit
I cherish this like children savoring chocolate with both of their little hands
Who wait for summer days when they can play for longer hours
There is whole in your baritone voice
Which hits the right notes to grasp the pain
And make it worthwhile
All we can do now is
Sing and smile
And join your circus of hopeful acts.


(c) freedom writer

Painting inspired by Leonid Afremov’s Lighthouse and Wind. You can see the original painting here.

Oil painting with spoon (palette knife substitute). More precisely, this little thing:

Spoon painting

9 months

(c) Frida Kahlo Henry Ford Hospital 1932

9 months
it takes an embryo to develop in the womb

9 months of silence and mourning
of consuming agony and faint flickering hope
like the pains of birth
which bring new life into the world
the pains of loss bury
bury deep and cripple
my womb is empty and sewn
birthing no more, but tears and endurance

9 months to grow a tumor
to grow apart and become strangers again
completely oblivious to each other’s suffering
and joys
what stars did not align and kept you from me?

9 months of labor
screaming and kicking
out of control
a mental menopause
a forced C-section through my soul
with memories pricking like flaming needles

9 months to become wiser
to stitch a cacophonous past
and make amends
reminisce over what brought us together in the first place
the Universe
and Everything
once irrecoverably struck by the clock of love…

9 months to learn to unlove you
with no epilogue in sight
i declare the baby dead
her little’s heart stopped beating


(c) freedom writer

Painting binaries, bipolar, bigender, bivalent, bisexual, bilingual, bilateral, bisect, biliteral, birhythm.

Painted with watercolors.

Inspired by Pink Floyd‘s album cover for The Dark Side of the Moon (Pink Floyd is one of my favorite bands, I find their art transcending).

Unique Blogger Award


I’ve been celebrating this within for the past few days. Now I finally get the chance to honor the nomination that has sparked something inside of me. This whole – should I call it incident? – made me realize how many nice people are out there in the blogosphere. This award means I now have the opportunity to bond even further with fellow bloggers. It gives me a sense of belonging and what a wonderful community to belong to!

Out of all these really nice people, one thought of nominating my blog and I feel most grateful to them. Thank you, Non-Euclidean Sofa! Your enticing humor, sarcasm and creativity are more than adequate to me. Needless to say, this is the first time I’ve ever received any kind of award in the two years since I’ve been around (and now, of course, I’m hungry for more).

Before I answer the 3 magical questions, here are the rules each of us is supposed to follow (I’m not sure what happens if we break them – burn in bloggers’ hell?). So, here we go:


  • Share the link of the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you.
  • Answer the questions.
  • In the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominate 8-13 people for the same award.
  • Ask them 3 questions.

These are the 3 questions I was asked. I hope my answers make me worthy of this magnificent award.

1. What is something you’d show from a rooftop on a Sunday night during a rainstorm? Also, explain why at your leisure.

I wouldn’t show people anything. But I would put on a show, a mask, anything to make them escape the fires of reality. I would most likely be covered in glitter, singing at the top of my lungs the most acute sounds anyone has ever heard. And then, of course, a rainbow would appear. Even if it’s dark outside. It’s a show after all so anything is permitted.

Why? Because “there’s something about Sunday night that really makes you want to kill yourself.” So a little bit of music and glitter wouldn’t hurt.

2. What is something you could enjoy complaining a lot about?

I’m not sure I enjoy complaining about anything lately. But it’s probably either the unbearable heat (I can’t stand summer), politics (national, international – all of them), or stuff related to gender (and how society thought it was a marvelous idea to pigeonhole and label us – I could actually go on forever on this subject).

3. What is something you think about that keeps you awake?

The sound of my thoughts (they can get pretty loud), or thinking about the sound of the alarm clock in the morning. But most of the times they range from crucial philosophical or psychological questions about consciousness, the Universe or quantum physics to the sudden realization that I forgot to take out from the freezer the schnitzels I was planning to cook in the morning (for lunch at work). And the latter is what I call the quintessence of adulthood.

By the power vested in me by a unique blogger, I now nominate the following 10 bloggers for the title of Unique Blogger (so that we can all be unique in our own ways):

Gospel Isosceles

The wishing well

Malakhai Jonezs

Alphabet City

Shutter & Pen

Luke Atkins



The Chatty Introvert 

And since nowhere in the guidelines does it say we shouldn’t nominate the person who nominated us

Non-Euclidean Sofa

Just take this as my way of thanking you 🙂 You are now doubly-unique.

Here are my 3 questions for you all:

1. What drives you?

2. What moves you?

3. What gives you absolute pleasure? 

So there you have it. I look forward to reading your thoughts! And thanks for accepting the award. See you all around!

With utmost excitement,