Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

Teaserneon hush hush — magenta hums in lowercase,and the figure forgets its own direction.light is not light here; it’s a slow vowel escaping. Body Ithere is no floor, only gradient.there is no body, only overlap.i am the echo of cyan touching violet —the geometry of hesitation, dressed in warmth. Body IIi stand,but the stand dissolves;shadow has opinions about me.it calls me “outline of maybe.” DADA Breakblu-blu-bleu-blew —a wing made of rectangles,a pulse made of forgetting…. read more – weiterlesen The Standing Blur (DADA Psalm 44)

Prologue Electro-drizzle begins; hum—pssst—hum.A horizontal wind arranges faces into vowels.Tonight the canvas votes in color, not in words. Body INew law #1: Cyan is gravity; everything falls into clarity.New law #2: Magenta stores memory; saturation = yesterday².New law #3: Black ovals are noun-swallowers; speak verbs or be unspoken.I test the rules by leaning left; the turquoise spine carries me right—rechts, links, encore—diagonals become ferries for feelings.Figures debate without mouths; decisions echo as gradients.If you listen,… read more – weiterlesen The Cyan Spine Parliament

Prologue Red wind, blue echo.Their voices rise like smoke from the paper.No conductor — only breath and movement. Body I Law of this cosmos:Harmony is friction.When one pig sighs, another begins to laugh.Their outlines touch, blur, merge —a tangle of empathy and rebellion.Every snout opens to release a vowel of astonishment.Ooo… Aaa… Ink becomes air.The chorus hums: togetherness is never tidy. Body II Pig 1: “Are we music?”Pig 2: “We’re the mistake that sounds right.”… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “Choir of Oinks”

Prologue Ink storms across the page.A crowd hums beneath the paper’s skin.One fist rises — not to strike, but to signal: You are not alone. Body I New law of this cosmos:Solidarity has sound.Every stroke echoes a heartbeat.The pigs, the people, the nameless —all drawn in the same trembling line.No color, only conviction.The word resist burns quietly,like a promise you write in the dark. Body II Pig: “What if ink is our revolution?”Hand: “Then every… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “The Oink of Resistance”

Prologue Twilight hums in both directions.One side burns, the other dreams.I stand between them — snout first into uncertainty. Body I Today’s law: contrast is kindness.The left eye knows dawn, the right one dusk.Every breath redraws the border between flame and thought.Orange murmurs, “Live loudly.”Graphite answers, “But remember the quiet.”I blink — and the day folds in half.No war, only dialogue of pigments. Body II Pig: “Am I glowing or grieving?”Shadow: “Yes.” DADA Break humm–snort–zzz–schwiiish!Color… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “Half-Light Hog”

Prologue The handwriting hums, uneven yet sure.Blue wind behind, green beneath —a pig floats in strokes,thinking itself into being. Body I New law of this cosmos:There is no right,and perhaps more beautifully —no wrong.Each mark breathes its own rhythm.The pig emerges, unbothered by precision,its snout a compass of intuition.Woodcut, sketch, echo —the paper forgives everything. Body II Voice of the Pig: “Do I exist because you drew me?”Hand replies: “No — because you stayed.” DADA… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “The Calm of the Line”

Prologue Fizzing dusk.Liquid chatter fills the air.I smell graphite joy and lemon memory. Body I New law of this universe:Every color is a mood that can be poured.Blue tastes like thought,red burns like a secret,yellow bubbles like forgiveness.We sip from the edges of time,and the foam becomes philosophy.Pig lifts the glass, sees galaxies spin. Body II Pig 1: “Do you think the stars drink too?”Pig 2: “Only when we toast them.” DADA Break Oink–glug–ha!Carbonated eternity… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “Oink & Drink Sonata”

Prolog Ein Wind aus Filz und Feder streicht über mein Gesicht.Das Licht flackert wie ein zögerndes „oink“.Ich bin Farbe, bevor ich Form bin. Körper I Neue Regel: Schwarz ist kein Schatten,sondern das Gedächtnis des Lachens.Pink fließt wie warmer Gedanke durch die Linien,zeichnet Spiralen um meine Augen,die Welt zieht sich zusammen zu einem Grinsen.Zeit tropft langsam vom Rüssel,jeder Tropfen ein Echo: pfff-oink-hum.Ich lerne: Sanftheit ist eine Geschwindigkeit. Körper II Pig: „Bin ich das Zentrum?“Kreis: „Nur solange… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “Der Rosa Wirbel”

Prolog Himlen viskar: oink-vind, oink-ljus.Molnen luktar krita och äventyr.Jag springer i färgens riktning,tiden försöker hinna ikapp. Kropp I Dagens lag: rörelse är barmhärtighet.Ingen stillhet utan gnistor.Varje steg målar en ny värld,varje flämtning blir en soluppgång.Rött är inte blod, det är energi i förklädnad.Jorden gungar som om den skrattar. Kropp II Grisen: “Springer jag, eller drömmer marken mig?”Skuggan: “Båda — och dessutom baklänges.” DADA-Paus Oink-brum-blaff!En virvel av skratt och blått damm. Avslutning Jag stannar inte.Färgerna springer… read more – weiterlesen Universum: “Den galopperande snuten”

Prologue Sonnenwind im Borstenmeer,mein Atem zischt wie Kreidefeuer.Ich höre das „oink“ als Flamme,eine Melodie aus Schwefel und Zärtlichkeit. Body I Neue Regel des Kosmos:Alles Runde ist Wärme,alles Dunkle atmet langsam.Wenn Licht lacht,zieht es die Konturen enger um das Schwein.Ich lerne: Schatten ist nur geduldiges Leuchten.In dieser Welt riecht Zeit nach gebrannter Erdeund Schweigen nach Aprikose. Body II Pig: „Bin ich Sonne oder Spiegel?“Feuer: „Beides, mon cher cochon —ich sehe mich in dir verbrennen.“ DADA Break… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “Solar Snout Sonata”