Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

(Ein dadaistisches Selbstporträt in Gelb und Atem) Prelude:Don’t be alarmed —the brightness is intentional.I am mostly sunlight pretending to be snout.Even my shadows sweat optimism.Every highlight hums a secret hymn:Oink lux, ergo sum. Chromatic Sermon of Heat and Hunger Yellow: preacher of excess.Magenta: disciple of chaos.Orange: confessor of flame.Together they… read more – weiterlesen Solar Oink – The Pig That Ate the Sun

(DADA Meditation in Light and Snout) Prologue:I am mostly prism now.Color fell onto me like memory—soft, accidental, sincere.The world refracts; I reflect.My snout hums in ultraviolet. Chromatic Consciousness Red speaks first (of courage).Blue interrupts (with melancholy).Yellow laughs — too bright to apologize.Ich bin Schwein und Lichtbruch,eine Welle zwischen Gefühl und… read more – weiterlesen Spectrum Pig: Ein Regenbogen denkt nach

(Ein DADA-Starter zum Guten Morgen) Prelude:Guten Morgen, Welt aus Krümeln und Farbe.Ich bin mostly awake,half pig, half poem,still blinking in orange and pink.The light smells of graphite and caffeine. Chromatic Awakening Yellow hums like a lazy idea.Pink stretches—gracefully exhausted.Black outlines yawn, pretending to be serious.Ich bin Schwein und Tagesbeginn,ein Frühstück… read more – weiterlesen Sunrise Snout

(A DADA in Pink and Precision) Prologue:This is not a nose.It’s a logo of breath.I am mostly curve,half cartoon, half confession.The world begins where my nostrils meet. Industrial Oink Magenta doesn’t whisper —it markets itself.Brown outlines pretend to be boundaries,but every line is a small rebellion.Ich bin Schwein und Oberfläche,ein… read more – weiterlesen Pop Snout Manifesto

(Ein Denglish DADA Statement) Prologue:They told me:„Bilder in Grün verkaufen sich schlecht.“And I said:Maybe that’s the point.Profit fades faster than chlorophyll. The Chromatic Sermon Look at me —I am mostly meadow disguised as mind.Pigment meditiert über photosynthesis.Money is allergic to moss.Art dealers prefer their grass cut short. Ich bin Schwein… read more – weiterlesen Pictures in Green Don’t Sell Well

Bei meiner neuen Postkarten-Aktion tausche ich die aktuellen Bilder im Sub gegen meine Schweine-Zeichnungen im Postkartenformat DIN A6 sukzessive aus. Jedes Bild ist ein Original und ein handgezeichnetes und signiertes Format. Ob es ein echter Pflaum ist – lol – könnt Ihr in diesem Blog überprüfen. Ich lade meine schwulen… read more – weiterlesen Postkarten Aktion rev. 2.0 Sub e.V.

Prelude:I look straight at you,but softly — as if the gaze might bruise.I am mostly breath shaped like form,a quiet confession in pink and graphite.Even my shadows hesitate to be dark. Theology of Tender Weight Light presses against me,not to reveal, but to reassure.Each line trembles,drawn by a hand that… read more – weiterlesen The Pig of Gentle Gravity

Prologue:Behold—I am mostly saturation wrestling with itself.Red insists on existence,violet hums like a bruise that learned to sing.Between them,I breathe—half prayer, half protest. Chromatic Confession Every tone here was once a thought.I have forgotten what it meant,but I remember how it felt:warm, trembling, infinite.Ich bin Schwein und Feuerrest,ein Echo in… read more – weiterlesen The Pig That Stared Back at Color

Prelude:Yes, I am blue—but not sad, not sky, not ocean.A different kind of blue:one that remembers purple,and forgives red for leaving. Chromatic Soliloquy Light slips quietly over my contours,a hesitant lover afraid of reflection.I was drawn in the key of dusk,where thought hardens into hue.Ich bin Schwein und Schweigen,ein stilles… read more – weiterlesen The Blue Pig of Melancholy Geometry

Prelude:Profile of patience.I am mostly thought wrapped in pink.Looking left—toward history, or hunger, or both.The background hums in faded blues and quiet orange,as if the air itself were remembering. Meditation in Pastel Time The light touches me like a question.Softly, without expecting an answer.Every stroke is deliberate hesitation.Ich bin Schwein… read more – weiterlesen The Pig That Turned Sideways to Think

Prelude:I did not mean to look so serious.It’s just that light keeps asking questionsand shadow keeps answering in riddles.I am mostly color pretending to contemplate. Meditation in Red and Violet The world presses close in wax and whisper.Purple wraps around me like a sigh.Orange is my memory of joy—flickering, stubborn,… read more – weiterlesen Crimson Reverie: The Pig in Thought

Prelude: The Vorderseite SpeaksI walk in color—an accidental geometry of pink and purpose.My lines are confident, my chaos curated.The world applauds the outline;no one suspects how fragile I am beneath the markers.Oink, the manifesto says,and I comply in several hues of obedience. Backside: The Pig Unravels Here, I am everything… read more – weiterlesen The Pig and Its Echo (On the Nature of Reflection and Noise)