Category: Pigture

Prelude:Good morning, graphite and gravity.The word I WISH hovers like breath on cold glass.I am mostly longing with a snout attached—a soft hypothesis about hope. I. The Architecture of Desire Every wish begins as a sketch:uncertain, trembling, almost erased.Lines curve toward possibility,then loop back into habit.Ich bin Schwein und Sehnsucht,ein… read more – weiterlesen The Pig Who Wished

Prelude:Graphite trembles into anatomy.I am mostly mouth and motive,half syllable, half sigh.Speech begins here—in the soft geometry of almost. I. The Philosophy of the Snout Form is accident, repeated with feeling.Every curve suggests a vowel,every shade a hesitation.I open my mouth not to say—but to ask permission for sound.Ich bin… read more – weiterlesen The Pig Who Tried to Speak

Prelude:I am mostly accent—a snout caught between apology and irony.My vowels stretch,my consonants salute.DADA laughs in bilingual. I. The Syntax of Becoming “Me trying not to be German too.”The sentence already stumbles,half self-defense, half confession.Language here doesn’t communicate—it blushes.Ich bin Schwein und Fremdheit,ein Dialekt im Übergang. II. Grammar as Performance… read more – weiterlesen Das Schwein der Doppelübersetzung

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