Pannonian landscapes

oil paintings on canvas

Visions through the eyes of a broken, weary heart

I am weary of axes’ sharp tongues,

Of spears’ piercing tips, of swords’ flashing bolts.

By the shore, in a museum, I kept my vow to a woman,

Swore an oath: No more will I paint bloody wars.

Let the dogs bark from afar.

I will retreat to the plateau of peace,

Breathing two more breaths into my tired heart.

I will paint canvases void of humanity.

Pannonian Landscapes was born in this soul’s whisper.

In the shadow of a grave heart attack,

I sought solace in Burgenland’s boundless plains.

Scenes flowing past train windows,

I wove in oil upon canvas.

Only then could I find myself again,

For war still rages on,

And I drew my axe from the earth once more.