Forms dwelling in the picture, partly bent in almost sleep or born entirely in sleep, shimmering sink and blur. There are also such, that are spinning all alone by a thousand flying threads from the nighty soul.
What lush poetry! Balduin Bählamm greets. Do you know him, the poet in the book of Wilhelm-Busch? There he sings to Laura, his beloved sweet agony. Oh how happy a man must be, who can make such poetry!
Visitors meditating on his paintings, that might well please the painter. In fact, this is another highlight of his style, decorative, original, expressive and modern without intention. In order to be found: Of course its contemporary and for sale in the artist's online-gallery.