Upcoming art workshops - intuitive painting 2020:
17-18, 24-25 Oct -
19-22 Nov - Szczecin, PL
26-29 Nov - London, UK
10-13 Dec - Berlin, GER
Course duration: 4 days: Level 1 or Level 2.
Those who have completed the first level are welcome to attend the following level. Two levels are run parallel.
Workshops are open to all who are interested in the process of inner-realization. The method helps people to awaken to their innate state of creativity, and to develop and evolve this creative force within.
If you feel that you want to make an important change in your life and begin realizing your full potential, I invite you to experience the adventure of connection with yourself in a one-to-one coaching process, guided by a professional coach.
We work on the presumption that all knowledge is already within us and my job as a coach is to help you cultivate that knowledge and discover that all possibilities are available already.
I specialize in the area of awakening our inner state of creativity, personal talents and passions in life.
Breathing is not hard work. We can simply enjoy our in-breath and out-breath. To be alive, still alive, is a wonder. To be alive is the greatest of all miracles.
- Thich Nhat Hanh
I invite you to read the poem below and ask yourself a question whose speach is in your voice, whose voice is in your head...
I Wonder if I Know Him by Rabindranath Tagore
I wonder if I know him
In whose speech is my voice,
In whose movement is my being,
Whose skill is in my lines,
Whose melody is in my songs
In joy and sorrow. I thought he was chained within me,
Contained by tears and laughter,
Work and play.
I thought he was my very self
Coming to an end with my death.
Why then in a flood of joy do I feel him
In the sight and touch of my beloved?
This I beyond self I found
On the shores of the shining sea.
Therefore I know
This'I' is not imprisoned within my bounds.
Losing myself, I find him
Beyond the borders of time and space.
Through the Ages
I come to know his Shining Self
In the Iife of the seeker,
In the voice of the poet.
From the dark clouds pour the rains.
I sit and think:
Bearing so many forms, so many names,
I come down, crossing the threshold
Of countless births and deaths.
The Supreme undivided, complete in himself,
Embracing past and present,
Dwells in Man.
Within Him I shall find myself -
The I that reaches everywhere.