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“Design, drawing, painting and photography

has been a part of my life for many years.

Then one day, out of the blue, the words knocked on the door"

Kari

For me, art is a way to get closer to myself.

Perhaps you will also come closer to yourself

if you allow a quiet moment with my words and pictures.

For a better visual experience, take a look on a tablet or PC.

Woman painting Kari Hestnes

What if you knew

What if you knew

that this was

the very last

you would know

in this life?

What if this

was your last breath

and you

could no longer stroke your hands

over the cheek

of the one you cherish?

What if you

had one more day?

One more day

in your life

that belonged

only to you, i

n the name of love,

without longing?

— Kari Hestnes

The Labyrinths

of the heart

The Labyrinths of the Heart

polished

Shining bright

gleaming like gold

In the glow

illusions fade

emerging from the darkness

And you

you can see yourself

in your own eyes

and say

YES

— Kari Hestnes

I see, painting Kari Hestnes

Eternal hunger

Murmuring

Growling

lying hungry

and gnawing

Gnawing

for love

for the warm embrace

of caring thoughts

a mother’s gentle gaze

soft hands

a nourishing moment

Will there ever be enough

of what you never received?

— Kari Hestnes

We are all connected, Maternity, oil on canvas painting by Kari Hestnes

The words

My words

carry me i

n wilderness

and understanding

They often confuse me

and perhaps

bring me safely

to harbor

Who am I,

as a human

this confused being

here on earth?

In the world,

I am small

but eternity dwells

within me

— Kari Hestnes

We are all connected, Cosmic planet canvas, painting Kari Hestnes
Tulips

With bare toes

Strange, wonderful

the cry of eternity

echoes in the walls

as you

walk on dope

Who are you, human?

Where are you going?

Why do you sit so endlessly trapped?

Take a pause

Feel who you are

Don’t tread anymore

on your own toes

Run barefoot

in the free nature

Feel that you live

and breathe

with God

— Kari Hestnes

Flowering

Deep inside

To feel within

deep inside

is not so easy

when something

always knocks at the door

Calls you there

where everyday thoughts

shout louder than

a whispering voice

that is easy to forget

Do you remember it?

The door is always ajar

whispering promises

that cross all chasms

to the song of the soul

— Kari Hestnes

Rose petals

How

How

can I meet you,

as I think

I know you

in and ou

with fresh eyes

each time I see you?

How can I

love you

as I believe

I have loved

for many years

without loving you

as I always have

but loving you

anew every single second?

— Kari Hestnes

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