Art by Jules

I need to slow a bit

And to unplug the wire.

To think a little bit

To stop here for a while.

To have a little rest,

Observing butterfly,

Though, after all, the best

Is childish dream to fly.

Recharge my poor soul

With energy of wind,

With smell of grass and love,

With sugar, rum and mint!

In Drama, that’s called Life,

In endless run and cold,

Cuts brains and heart like knife-

Be tagged as #spiritsold.

By Jules (August, 2021)

Flowers of Childhood,

80x80x4.5

oil on canvas 2018-2022

100x80x4.5

oil on canvas

2018-2022

80x100x4.5

oil on canvas

2017-2022

Forget this bloody game

And open brand new page,

Someone has called it “FAME”,

I would prefer “NEW AGE”.

Do not believe in lie,

But raise your head instead-

Enjoy this damn blue sky

And breathe, before you’re dead.

We all were born to live,

To love, to fail, to fly...

To laugh and cry.. So give.

Forgive. Let go. Get high.

Don’t think of bloody day

We all now need a luck.

Dream big. Hug tight. And they..

They just don’t give a f*ck.

by Jules, January, 2021

80x60x4.5

oil on vanvas

2017-2022

100x80x4.5

mixed media on canvas

2017-2022

100x80x4.5

oil on canvas

2022

Dedicated to Mr.President Zelenskiy

80x80x4.5

mixed media on canvas

2019-2022

#26 passion

Ich mag dies Gefühl

Und eigentlich sehr.

Wie es mich ausfüllt

Wie kommt immer näh‘r…

Ich mag dies Geräusch,

Wenn haltet sich Herz,

Zuerst es enttäuscht-

Dann wieder nur scherzt.

Ich mag dies Geruch,

Kaugummi und Rum..

Verführen versucht

Und haut gleich mich um.

Geheimnisse voll

Und fühlend mich geil,

Ich finde es toll-

Spaziergang auf Seil.

By Jules( June, 2021)

100x80x4.5

oil on canvas

2019

Fenster

80x100, oil on canvas, enamel, 2018

120x100x4,5

2018

oil on canvas

My fingertips are warm,

The water drops on skin.

I think, it should be storm.

I think, it should be him,

The one, who waked me up

And sun inside of me.

The one, who made me laugh

The one, who could be me..

I’m not afraid of rain,

Tears always clean the soul.

I’m not afraid of pain,

Sometimes we need it all.

Still sitting on the beach

And thinking of the storm..

It came. It made me reach

The destiny’s new form.

Jules (June, 2021)

Stars (were brighter)

80x80x4.5

oil on canvas, foil

2018

60x80x4,5

oil on canvas

2018

80x100x4.5

oil on canvas,

2018

Me as the Deer.

I’m walking through the day.

I’m walking into night.

Black forest on my way,

The moon is dressed in white.

I’m walking into deep,

And feel amazing thrill,

It pulses with my feet..

It’s unexpected real.

I’m walking on an on.

Dark shadows’re moving fast,

I’m not myself. Still strong.

I don’t remember past.

It’s quiet everywhere,

My body’s filled with light.

This voice, that calls me there

Is liquid, milk, my plight.

I’m focused on the moon.

It’s bright. It’s mine. Oh, dear!

I felt inside a rune,

The night I was the deer.

by Jules, January, 2021

Luna XY

70x90, oil on old canvas, 2016-2018

The newest art project of 2018

60x90, oil on old canvas

The newest art project of 2018

60x80, oil on old canvas

60x80x4,5

oil on old canvas

2017-2018

60x80x4.5, oil on canvas, 2018

Guess what- I know your secret

Be sure, I’ll always keep it

They seeing just weird stranger

In fact- you’re beaming Angel

You shine, you’re star of sorrow

You can previse tomorrow

Still tired. And they’re talking

Calm, babe, don’t stop! Keep walking

by Jules

60x80x4.5

oil on canvas

2018

80X100X4,5, oil and enamel on canvas, 2018

These 4 paintings, ''Because Of You'' cycle, were created for ''Little Reasures 2016'' art event,  Galleria de Marchi, Bologna, Italy, 26.11-08.12.2016, curated by Paola Trevisan from Trevisan International art. That was not easy because of their unusual size 20x20, but I've done it) 

Because Of You

Because of you

The Sun Explodes

My sparkling soul

Through Planets flows

Because of you

Beneath The Stars

I wait and hope

Till Night Becomes

                         (by Jules)

The bird day #23

Coming quickly to me

And seducing me slow,

Unexpectedly sweet,

Inexplicably strong..

Blowing over my hair,

Flapping inside my chest..

Catching deeply the air,

Giving thoughts their rest.

Jumping into the thrills,

Touching moon and the stars,

Sharping all of my feels

With no ends and no starts..

I don’t want to wake up.

But still keeping my soul

With the heart full of art,

With the mind full of love.

By Jules (July 2021)

What I feel, when read press? What am I thinking about?... 

This cycle consists of 5 paintings, which are made in the same technik (oil on canvas and newspaper). 

Testing the souls,

Seeing through walls,

Touching the light...

Beautiful Mind.

                      (12.03.2014 by Jules)

They were so fucking proud,

Here angels’re not allowed.

Disgusting bloody crowd..

They could just clear them loud.

They were completely ended.

Their people were abandoned.

But empty blinds attended,

Where devil‘s mind commanded.

They were completely proud..

They were unreally loud..

They feasted, creepy crowd:

„The Angels‘re Not Allowed“

by Jules 22.04.2022

Feel what I'm feeling

Do like I do

I am for real

Others- untrue

Think how I'm thinking

Fly right above

That's way of drinking

A Perfect Love

                        (18.01.2014 by Jules)

July-August-September

October-November-December

January-February-March-April

May-June-July-August-September

October-November-December

January-February............................

Sometimes at the end of a tonnel of suffering, the best way for keeping you own personality is to turn aroud...freeze for a while...and close this door, with a smile full of sadness.

I love Angels.

This work is very  special for me. I used acryl mediums for the first time and... I didn't like) But first of all that was a birthday gift to my mother. I said:'' Happiness is colorful, once you put PINK SUNGLASSES on you should never take off!''