Sailing Away

(c) freedom writer

Oil painting. One of the first I painted with a spoon.

This painting was also inspired by a Leonid Afremov painting entitled Towards the Winds. You may see the original painting here.

Same painting, different lighting

(c) freedom writer

There’s an Empty Red Chair in My Kitchen


There’s an empty red chair in my kitchen
At a table for two
Is it a loner? Is it a prop for a recurring show?
Why doesn’t it crumble
Under the weight of its own loneliness?
Does it envy each set of two?
In and out, in and doubt
I breathe deeply and dream of worlds
Soft sand under my feet
Saying hello to strangers
In a language I don’t know
Sailing away from an empty room
There is companionship in the fleeting breeze
And palm trees bathed by the glorious sun
I dream of lovers sharing meals and hopes
By candle lights
Dancing queens taking over a space for two
Lit only by the reigning moon
May spring come again
And with it life, love and lilacs

There’s an empty red chair in my kitchen
A reminder of what was lost
A reminder of what will fill it
Marry it marry it
Save it from this angst
Deliver it from the kitchen of lonely souls


(c) Couple by Lette Valeska

There is one year of silence between us
One year since an entire universe collapsed
When love stopped gravitating around us
An untimely Big Crunch.
You killed my love
Like you squash a dying insect
And I killed the starman in the sky
Murder stop murder stop murder

A living breathing organism ceased to exist
Crushed under the force of our insecurities
Who is exempt from the horrors of grief?
Who is exempt from love?
A theory of everything in its incipient phase
Birthed hope and all that is good in the world
Turned grey into green and mud into gold
It turned all seasons into spring
It touched me with the healing power of a thousand gods
In the wizard’s tower, I wait and wait
But there is no arrival

You are permanently there
Where I feel.
You are the noise in the background
Disturbing the sound of silence
A distant memory I keep replaying
A universe shrinking
A tumor that sucks all being
A knife in the back
The sweet poison I tasted
All to the point of no return.
I’m still craving for my epilogue
But every month feels like November
Every day a rainy day…

With you I mourn, dear little heart
The love I once found and now ‘tis lost
May forever spread out there in the Universe
Like the ashes of my beloved
Touch every soul that has once known torture
And reunite long lost lovers
Under the gaze of the moon
And young stars

I have found that there is no way
To put my universe back together
But with building blocks of love
There is my epilogue
Where waves still crash on the shore
Where leaves still shuffle and announce the many possibilities
Where stars still collide
Where artists still polish their work
Where there is music still playing
In the laughter of a child
In a stranger’s kind gesture
Little by little, this grim universe becomes bright again
Mothering new stars
All at the touch of love



(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