Mountain Dawn.

Mountain Tree. Only few trees can survive in this harsh mountain climate. This tree has seen yet another night go by.

Shore.  The sea is quiet here, almost like a mirror,  as the sun rises above a rocky island.

Mirror Lake. There is a pattern in the lake, and in the sky above it.  A pattern that lies within, for a moment revealed. And a new day begins.

Desert.  A long time ago these used to be green, fertile plains. What has become of them? This is all that might be left of earth some day. The sun rising above a barren plane.

The Cleft.  From horizon to horizon, there runs a deep crack.  Whoever tried to reach a bottom never returned.

The Dreamlake.  Somewhere between mountain peaks there is a hidden lake, sourrounded by a swamp.

Downstream.  This river has carved a rocky canyon during its continous journey to the sea.

Hanging leaves.  This ancient tree was seen and painted by a chineese artist of the 11th century. His painting served as an inspriration for my work.

River Sunset.

Red Sun.  Imagine an earth, a long time ago, still untouched by man.  And a red sunset over rolling hills and grassland, with a few trees here and there.

Lake Sunset.  There is a small bushy tree at the shore of a big lake.  How long it will be able to hold on to the shoreline? Tonight the waters are calm, no danger tonight.

Sunset Mountain.  The forground was painted by my brother. Years later I finished the landscape in a similar style.

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