I wrote about the feeling of being desired. (I hate this word, because it sounds familiar to something like ‚destiny‘ – especially in connection to ‚womans feelings‘, but it´s not what I meant.) This is new for me. It's new for me to be attractive. A lot of things has happened in the last decade that has solidified the feeling of being a gross and dysfunctional person.
There are no dreams. There is no love. Just the dust of our expectations and the advice of our ancients and our abusive friends or interfering people, who are not interested in helping you to find your way of doing well. With their words and judgement there are interested in assuring their own lifestyle, because we are of course all the same and have the same needs. I am tired of getting haunted by demons they are not mine, because I have other expectations to the world, in contrast my...
Dieses Gedicht dreht sich um den Versuch psychische Gewalt, die mir im in einer früheren Phase passiert ist, hinter mir zu lassen. Obwohl ich mich vom Täter befreien konnte, kam die Erkenntnis sehr spät, auch meinen Freundeskreis, der den Täter unterstützt hat, auch hinter mir zu lassen.
This Camera came to me as a birthday present three days before I was moving to Würzburg. Actually the camera was for documenting the birthday party, but we forgot it. So this camera was moving with me to the new town... in this new adventure.
Looking around is quite normal to us. Walking around is natural. Wherever we were, we left marks, traces and tracks. But what´s about other... other beings than humans? I´m doing surface photography since ten years, but it is not all that long ago I realized that there is more about that. There ist more then colour and texture we can use for "inspiration" and artistic stuff.
Ein Gedicht über die eine neue Perspektive auf Gestaltung, die ich erst im Zweitstudium vermittelt bekommen habe. Im Erststudium wurde Gestaltung als Selbstdarstellung verstanden... und das hat mich krank gemacht. Jetzt ist es besser. :)