DaDa Driven Art by Dr. Stephan Pflaum
PrologueI arrive in petal-layers,two eyes carrying small moons,my snout a compass that hums north. Body IPink says: be soft but not simple.Violet says: keep an archive under each curve.Magenta says: now turn—slow—like a carousel of skin.The lines remember every touch before it happens.I speak through the nostrils: a velvet trumpet,mapping the room in circles you … Read more
Prologich, citrus-warm, oinke die nacht anmein auge trägt leise brandwächterund die farben machen blut zu licht Body Irot sagt: bleib.orange sagt: dreh dich—langsam, orbit, orbit.gelb sagt: ich bin die kleine sonne, die dich stiehlt.im kohlemeer raschelt die luft: hush, hush.ein strich ist eine weide, ein zweiter: gedächtnis.je näher die schnute, desto länglicher das morgen.wer schaut, … Read more
Prelude:I am mostly line and laughter,a sketch that didn’t get the memo about melancholy.Pencil hums like a breeze through barn air,and suddenly — joy happens by accident. I. Anatomy of a Smile Look closer:the snout is a portal, not a punchline.The eyes hold a secretthey’re still deciding whether to share.Every curve of graphite says,“Not everything … Read more
Prelude:Graphite spirals like thought after coffee.I am mostly roundness pretending to understand gravity.Somewhere between snout and sculpture,logic collapses into form. I. The Geometry of Appetite Circles, circles, always circles—as if perfection were edible.They pile up politely,an architecture of maybe.The pig watches,half guardian, half gourmand.Ich bin Schwein und Gleichgewicht,ein Träumer aus Kurven und Kohle. II. The … Read more
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 Bleistifttraum auf dünnem Papier. II. … Read more
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 Schwein und Versuch,ein Echo mit … Read more
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 Art “Guten Abend, wir sinken.”Yes, … Read more
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 noch trägt. II. The Theology … Read more
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, sketching, and caressing, 60 seconds … Read more
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 Grund. II. The Theology of … Read more