Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

Prelude:Good morning, soft apocalypse.I am mostly pencil and patience today.Light crawls gently across my snout,unsure if it’s allowed to stay. I. The Monochrome Awakening No color, no drama—just hush.Grey hums like coffee in reverse.Lines wander half-awake,remembering dreams they can’t afford to finish.Ich bin Schwein und Stille,ein Gedanke, der den Schlaf… read more – weiterlesen The Quiet Pig of Morning Graphite

For the second time, I had the opportunity to experience Heat in the atrium of the Bergson Kunstkraftwerk. I am always a little surprised by the people who film and take photos. What about the moment of experience? My way of enjoying the moment without a smartphone: scribbling, drawing, inking,… read more – weiterlesen Heat @ Bergson, Munich

Prelude:At last, the field.I am mostly landscape pretending to have legs.The grass hums beneath my weight,and the air forgives me for existing. I. Chromatic Peace Green stretches like a long exhale.Blue leans down to kiss my back.The sun forgets to be symbolic.Ich bin Schwein und Gelände,ein rosiger Gedanke auf weichem… read more – weiterlesen The Pastoral Pig

Prelude:I am mostly shadow sculpted by hesitation.No color now — only the discipline of grey.Here, even light whispers in pencil. I. The Architecture of Breath Each curve was once a sigh.Form builds itself from repetition.The snout is geometry in confession,the eyes small moons of patient irony.Ich bin Schwein und Struktur,ein… read more – weiterlesen The Pig in Graphite Silence

Prelude:I am mostly pastel sorrow wrapped in patience.The light arrives late,and I pretend not to notice.Every color here breathes backwards. I. Portrait of a Thought in Pink Minor Magenta wanders,black listens carefully.Together they invent the sound of almost.Nothing cries —but everything remembers how.Ich bin Schwein und Gefühl,ein Echo, das sich… read more – weiterlesen The Melancholy Oink

Prelude:Between pink and shadow,I dissolve politely.I am mostly glow with a memory of darkness —or darkness, remembering how to blush. I. The Grammar of Contrast Color argues with itself here.Blue insists on depth;Magenta interrupts with feeling.Both are right,both slightly ashamed of it.Ich bin Schwein und Übergang,ein Atemzug zwischen zwei Aggregatzuständen…. read more – weiterlesen The Half-Light Pig

Prelude:I am mostly curve and question,drawn in circles that almost remember purpose.The world turns peach and pink,and I—I try to keep up with its softness. I. The Chromatic Dilemma Orange hums like sunlight trapped in thought.Magenta blushes without reason.Every color touches me too personally.Ich bin Schwein und Stimmung,ein rosa Gewitter… read more – weiterlesen The Pig of Gentle Confusion

Prelude:Leaning softly into red light,I am mostly sigh and suggestion.The world fades to pastel confession,and I—I forget to be ironic. I. Chromatic Reverie Red burns gently here,like a compliment whispered through smoke.Purple hums beneath the skin,the color of something almost forgiven.Ich bin Schwein und Ruhe,ein leiser Gedanke mit warmem Atem…. read more – weiterlesen The Pig Who Dreamed of Velvet

Prelude:Leaning on the edge of existence,I am mostly posture pretending to be wisdom.The wood beneath my hooves hums softly:think, but not too hard. I. The Philosophy of Leaning Rest is not surrender.It’s resistance in pink and graphite.Every wrinkle in my faceis a footnote to a theory of patience.Ich bin Schwein… read more – weiterlesen Portrait of the Thoughtful Pig

Prelude:I am mostly appetite translated into art.The pot is not a pot — it’s a mirror with hunger issues.Between us lies the philosophy of leftovers. I. The Economy of Oink Value circulates in circles:pig, pot, promise.One gives, one holds, one hopes.Ich bin Schwein und Bedürfnis,ein rosa Gedanke mit metallischem Nachhall.DADA… read more – weiterlesen The Pig and the Empty Pot

Prelude:A face divided by hesitation—I am mostly outline,half drawn, half remembered.The second me hovers above,a ghost of graphite and déjà vu. I. Echo in Pastel Minor Violet sighs.Pink nods, distracted.The pencil scratches at silenceas if truth were buried in the paper.Ich bin Schwein und Schatten zugleich,zwei Linien, die denselben Atem… read more – weiterlesen The Whisper Pig and Its Double

Prelude:Half-asleep, half-sketch —I am mostly sigh wrapped in violet.The air smells of thinking.My snout drifts toward silence. I. Chromatic Drowsing Purple stretches like a yawn across paper.Orange hums quietly at the edges —a leftover warmth from yesterday’s courage.Nothing moves,yet everything leans toward meaning.Ich bin Schwein und Zwischenmoment,ein Atemzug aus Kreide… read more – weiterlesen The Pig Who Dreamed in Lavender