Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

Prelude:No outline is final.I am mostly movement pretending to hold still.The page hums with red, blue, green—like a flag for feelings that never applied for citizenship. The Chromatic Declaration of Independence Red: heartbeat.Blue: thought.Green: rumor of grass.Together we form a truce,a choreography of accidental beauty.Ich bin Schwein und Wirbel,ein Regenbogen… read more – weiterlesen Polychrome Oink: The Wind Learns to Draw

Prologue:Welcome to my radiant confusion.I am mostly geometry pretending to giggle.Color has opinions today,and all of them are pink. The Theology of Symmetrical Happiness Left eye dreams, right eye doubts.Between them—snout, center of belief.Every circle repeats the same gospel:smile until meaning happens.Ich bin Schwein und Gleichung,die Summe aus Licht und… read more – weiterlesen The Joy Algorithm of Pig

Prelude:Half in shadow, half in blush —I am mostly contradiction,thinking my way through pigment.The ear listens; the snout meditates.The world answers in charcoal. The Ontology of Oink Existence is circular,like breath, or mud, or memory.To be drawn is already to be interpreted.Pink is not vanity; it’s evidence.Ich bin Schwein und… read more – weiterlesen The Philosopher Pig

Prelude:Hagebutten tea on the table,memory in the cup.I am mostly magenta meditation with herbal undertones.Steam curls upward like a thought trying to forgive itself. The Devotion of Rosehips Red berries lean across my snout—small suns, stubborn and sincere.They do not bloom for applause.They simply are.Ich bin Schwein und Heißgetränk,ein warmer… read more – weiterlesen Oink and the Rosehip Revelation

Prelude:Good morning, static sky.I am mostly magenta caffeine and mild bewilderment.The night didn’t sleep—it just changed color.Somewhere, a pencil hums a hymn to voltage. Invocation of Neon Flesh Pink burns like confession.Blue holds its breath.Black—always the practical one—frames our chaos.I was drawn, not born.Ich bin Schwein und Stromausfall,ein Zwischenwesen aus… read more – weiterlesen The Electric Oink

(Ein DADA Poem in Bleistiftatem und Farbhauch) Prelude:Soft, so soft —I am mostly air remembering color.A whisper drawn too close to warmth.My snout is a question mark,still looking for its sentence. The Light Between Lines Yellow hums like late morning.Red drifts by, unbothered.Purple sighs — as always, philosophically.Ich bin Schwein… read more – weiterlesen The Pig That Dreamed in Pastel Air

(Ein DADA über Form, Zufall und Schwein) Prelude:I am mostly movement pretending to be memory.The pencil did not plan me—it stumbled,laughed,and decided to stay. Every curve here is an accident of affection.Every line is a question that never quite closed. The Geometry of Oink Orange breathes warmth.Black interrupts politely.Purple just… read more – weiterlesen Portrait in Pigment Lines

(Ein DADA in Schwarzgelb und Schweigen) Prelude:I am mostly half-light,a thought between yellow and violet.The air smells of pencil dust and dusk.Everything here whispers —even the color. Lyrik des Übergangs The pink remembers morning,the black rehearses night.Somewhere in between,I stay—soft as hesitation.Ich bin Schwein und Schatten,ein Gedanke, der sich nicht… read more – weiterlesen Nocturne in Oink Minor

(Ein DADA in Grau und Atem) Prelude:No color today.Just breath pressed into carbon.I am mostly shadow rehearsing presence.Every line knows the cost of staying visible. Pencil Theology Light touches softly,as if afraid to wake me.Graphite is a slow thinker —it remembers before it decides.Ich bin Schwein und Schweigen,ein Ton zwischen… read more – weiterlesen Graphite Silence

(Ein Denglish DADA Versuch über Nähe und Farbe) Prologue:Close-up, bitte.Too close for comfort, too honest for illusion.I am mostly pink,but with existential undertones.The nose? Yes — it thinks.The eye? Maybe it dreams in subtitles. Oink Analysis This is not portrait,it’s confrontation mit weichem Licht.Graphite flüstert: “Stay human.”Color replies: “Too late.”Ich… read more – weiterlesen Half Pig, Half Philosophy

(English / Svenska / Dansk) English I am mostly sketch —half oink, half hesitation.The pencil trembles,not from fear,but from remembering softness. Every line is a sigh in disguise,every smudge a thought unfinished.Look closer:the light still blushes where the shadow tried to speak. DADA calls it nothing.I call it:breathing through graphite…. read more – weiterlesen The Whispering Snout

(Ein DADA-Sonntag in Rot und Bleistift) Prolog:Ich bin mostly Linie heute,not quite awake, not quite gone.Graphit denkt langsamer als Farbe,aber ehrlicher.Jeder Strich ist ein Atemzug,der sich weigert, zu enden. Pigmentgedanken Rot ist Erinnerung,Lila – Müdigkeit,Grau – das kleine Schweigen dazwischen.Ich sehe dich, sagt das Auge,doch es meint: Ich halte dich… read more – weiterlesen Der Nachdenkliche Rüssel