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 blur theology into appetite.Ich bin Schwein und Glut,ein leuchtender Zwischenfall auf Papier. DADA Logic of Luminosity Light is never neutral;it insists.It calls itself truthand forgets… 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 Farbe. Every hue here knows something about time:how it lingers,how it fades,how it always finds a way back to the paper. Dialogue of the Spectrum… 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 aus Linien und Zufall. Oink Philosophy To rise is to smudge with purpose.To breathe is to blend.I am not drawn, I am reheated—a leftover of… 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 Plakat, das sich selbst anschaut. Pop Theology of the Snout Faith is glossy now.Color comes with batteries.You can smell the electricity of meaning.Even my oink… 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 und Chlor,der Prophet der nicht verkäuflichen Farbe.My snout smells of ecology and irony. The Market Does Not Believe in Green Red sells.Blue sells.Pink flirts.Green thinks… 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 Schweine hier nach und nach hoch. Auf der Rückseite der Karten findet Ihr einen QR Code über den Ihr direkt fürs Bild eine Spende senden… 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 remembers warmth.Ich bin Schwein und Schweigen,ein stilles Gleichgewicht aus Staunen. Litany of Small Truths This is not portrait,but presence.The eye does not accuse,it listens.The snout… 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 Ölkreide. Meditation on Intensity There are no outlines left, only urgency.Light has stopped asking for permission.Shadow folds itself like a tired idea.Still, my eyes hold—two… 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 Argument mit der Farbe selbst. Meditation in Ultramarine Every shadow here has a purpose.Each line a decision not to fade.This is how calmness looks when… 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 und Erinnerung,ein Tier im Satzzeichen des Augenblicks. Philosophy of the Side View What is dignity,if not the ability to hold stillwhile the world sketches around… read more – weiterlesen The Pig That Turned Sideways to Think