Hans Georg Tuerstig
'Samsara Ballet_T21' by Eduardo Paz Carlson


Each work of art reveals part of the secret of the visible that can never be known. Thus my art points to an expanded way of seeing and being. Even though we are limited by our senses to narrow windows through which we receive experiences of the world, art can open further windows, broaden the existing ones and thus allow us to venture into unknown territory and see beyond the outer play of forms and colors we are accustomed to. Often we recognize in fine art images something that seems very familiar and yet escapes in its subtleness our "normal awareness. Time may stop at that moment, concepts may break down. The familiar feels strange and the strange feels strangely familiar. For some, these impressions remain ephemeral, for others they are profound and transformational. In any case, this unmediated directness is infinitely more personal, leaves less space for misunderstanding, moves us closer together and helps us realize once again that we are all interconnected and more alike than otherwise.

A unique feature of this new medium, Digital Fine Art, is the possibility to share it with the world immediately and with fantastic speed via the internet. New venues of transverbal communication are thus opened up. Whether or not an image carries a message beyond itself, it certainly contributes to an international understanding and transcultural exchange that may well become the necessary ground on which lasting peace on this planet is feasible.

Short biography: I was born and raised in Germany and as long as I remember I was drawn to art and loved to paint, take photographs and write poetry. After finishing school I wanted to go to the art school (Kunstakademie) in Karlsruhe, Germany. Though I was admitted, I did not choose this path. More than the serious resistance of my family, the argument of a good artist friend of mine was responsible for this decision: "If you want your creativity stifled and bent to the ideas of other artists, go." I didn't. Instead, I studied Indology (Eastern Indian languages, religions and philosophy) and received my Ph.D. from the University of Heidelberg, Germany, in 1979. More than 13 years of post graduate research in India followed, which brought me in contact with spiritual masters and many great Indian musicians and artists. I became deeply engrossed in all aspects of Indian culture, received the name Sautamali and increasingly devoted time to express my experiences, thoughts and beliefs through drawings.

Besides being an artist, I work as author and translator of mostly spiritual books for various publishers in Germany. My new translation from Sanskrit into German of the major Upanishads came out in 1996. For more details visit my website at www.turstig.net. Recently my wife Bee Zollo and I moved to Santa Fe, NM, and in this artistic atmosphere my creativity found new ways to manifest and to express my metaphysical interests and insights. I developed a composite technique working with my own photographs, with digital enhancement using various computer software, different printing methods on diverse surfaces and additional drawing and painting by hand.


Atomic Fall

Atomic Night

Atomic Day

Blue Thread

Burning Castle


Cold Sunset

Dark Vision
Here is a short "poem" that goes with Dark Vision:

There was a hooded man
Somehow light emanated from under his hood
And the dogs, three or four,
They seemed to be running away from him
To the left -
Or did he sit in a sled pulled by the dogs
through the night towards dawn may be
Then it would all dissapear, at last.
There was a circular face too,
With two glowing eyes -
Or was it a UFO, hovering
And the guy riding across its path
Or did he manifest from that UFO
A real alien as it were, or unreal,
Emanating into the darkness of the night
Suddenly being there, in full action.
He was on the run, for sure,
Or hunting someone down,
But more running away in fear.
Mysterious, a monk from the middle ages,
Or may be a scene from a commercial
Or simply a concoction of our mind.
A dark vision at night perhaps
And nothing less.

Direct Hit


Door into Cosmos

Exploring Utah




God is God


Light Flight

Luneburg (Germany)



Monument in Moonlight


New Mexico



On the Beach

On the Road
And here is a short text that hoes with this image:

There is the road in front of you, bushes on either side, you don't know and don't see where the road leads to. The sky perhaps? If it were closer? Nothing as such happens on that lonely looking road, spread out in front of you, begging to be walked on, full of promises, just come. So what if it doesn't get me anywhere? I had been walking on a road for a while but all roads lead to death, and you have nothing to do with any road, and you are not the one walking on that road. The picture shows nobody, well, it didn't really show nobody but one can't see anybody because he or she would at least cast a shadow or be somewhere in front of what we are seeing. But no. So the road is there in front, nobody on it and no idea where it leads to and - you can't look the other way. So being on the road is not a useful paradigm any longer. But what is?








Self Reflection



Winter Eclipse

Hans-Georg Turstig
5 Balsa Road
Santa Fe, NM 87508

e-mail: tuerstig@juno.com
wwweb: http://www.digital-artwork.net