Christian Bernard from Mamco (Geneva) makes a good point here. He says Art is rarely given the power to move crowds anymore. It's sad really.

These three pieces are a style test. Combining mediums is something I did a lot as teenager. I'm now looking to return to it. The characters were added digitally to the photos. For my next attempt, I'll try to work with  real paper and paint.

 He's cool. Ice cool. Nothing moves him.

When I start a new project, the world is my oyster. So very much is possible. Everything I create has the potential for greatness. So, I boldly start chiseling away at my concept. Then I get to details.

Indeed, it's when my work is almost done that I get stuck. There's always part of it that just isn't good enough. I spend so much time fixing it, that I corrupt and start hating it. Disappointed, I then throw out the whole project.

So many good ideas have ended that way. It's sad to think about all the lost opportunities in my life. And as I grow older, recovering from these failures gets harder.

It's really quite unhealthy. I know that. I thought about quitting, but being an artist is part of my identity. Life wouldn't be worth living without Art.

That means I only have one option. I must endeavor to love my work whichever way it turn out. That's scary. But I find comfort in the fact that many other artists have the same problem.

So, here are some attitudes scientists adopt toward their work. I think artists should definitely borrow from them:

• Curiosity is the key to knowledge. It's a pure sentiment which drives doubt away.
• Risk taking is the only path leading to discovery.
• Experiment. Mistakes are crucial to the creative process.
• Do not measure success by what is accomplished, but rather by what is learnt.

Let me know what you think and if anything in particular helps you.

These four monsters are somewhat mischievous, even though they have very old school names. They like sitting around, talking and drinking tea. I would like to make plushes out of them. That's why I've simplfied Harold in thi

s version. Sown eyes are much safer for kids than plastic eyes.

I was in Budapest again. I didn't really expect to visit the city twice this year, but Morten went to ASF there. So, I tagged along. It was cold, foggy, but good fun. I didn't get to sketch as many buildings, but got to go to the zoo and museum instead.

She's a character for a short film idea. In the story, kids see her as a witch. But sh'e actually a friendly old lady.

Not only are the news filled with reports on youth unemployment, but about everyone I know is having a hard time. That's across the board. People get out of school and take ages to find a job. Diligently we send out applications. We explore every avenue and try to stay flexible. Yet answers rarely come. And when they do, they're mostly negative or vague. Many of us have very poor finances. Most of us have very little confidence.

Marriage statistics are down. You'd say it's down to changing customs. But it turns out most youths simply don't have the money. Weddings are a rip off.

If you're not convinced, think of what is happening in the middle east. Thousands of youths are so desperate that they'd rather die in peaceful protest against their corrupt governments then live another day with the status quo. I admire them. Their defiance gives me courage, but I fear their revolutions will ultimately fail to feed them.

It's clear to me, we won't have what the generation before us was given. Their opportunities and resources are for ever out of reach. They had plenty. So, they spoiled it all. They trashed the world and did not think a second of those to come.

Now we inherit a mess. If you have any doubt, look around you. What was an acute financial crisis became a dull and depressing slump. It will take years if not decades for the world economy to recover. The climate is starting to shift. Freak storms, droughts and rising food prices are becoming common place. Africa is starving. Yet this is just the beginning. Scientists tell us we've seen nothing yet.

And all we ask for is work. All we wish for is the chance to fix our world. Are any of us afraid of hardship? No. We were brought up with the promise that dedication would get us our dreams.

But now we are told our dreams are out of reach. We are called the lost generation and we will be sacrificed.

How much longer will we take it?