Close your eyes… picture yourself in a field as green as the juicy spinach in the garden at the back of grandma’s house, the wind whispering softly in your ears. For the first time the sun is warm…

annsava: I’m drowning in a pool of water in the basement of End House Can this be an illusion? The Dead love their games. THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Artist Marcel Witte is a visual storyteller. He uses his paintings of nearly life size animals to criticize the contemporary society on a subtile way.

If you are anything like me. People put you down, and you think way too much of others, and it paralyzes you to do nothing but overthink. All you seem to do is think, think, think, and think and it is never about you,