Category: Pigture

It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. Es ist DaDa. Such nicht nach (Un-)Sinn, denn es ist sinnlos. Genieß einfach die Farben und den kurzen Dada-Gedankenausflug, um deinen Alltag zu brechen. EN: The… read more – weiterlesen The Golden Ratio in the Fingertip / Der goldene Schnitt in die Fingerkuppe

Still Life with Three Oils and Many More Colors / Stilllleben mit drei Öl und noch viel mehr Farben It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. Es ist DaDa. Such nicht nach (Un-)Sinn,… read more – weiterlesen Still Life with Three L and Many More Colors / Stilleben mit drei Öl und noch viel mehr Farben

It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. Es ist DaDa. Such nicht nach (Un-)Sinn, denn es ist sinnlos. Genieß einfach die Farben und den kurzen Dada-Gedankenausflug, um deinen Alltag zu brechen. EN: The… read more – weiterlesen The Three Wise Men Arrived Too Late / Die heiligen drei Könige kamen zu spät

It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. Es ist DaDa. Such nicht nach (Un-)Sinn, denn es ist sinnlos. Genieß einfach die Farben und den kurzen Dada-Gedankenausflug, um deinen Alltag zu brechen. EN: The… read more – weiterlesen The Archive of Unbuilt Doorways / Das Archiv der ungebauten Durchgänge

EN: It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. The larger figure carried the smaller one not on his shoulders but in the space where thoughts turn into neck muscles. “You are my conscience,”… read more – weiterlesen Der unangenehme (?) Schalk im Nacken / The Uncomfortable (?) Rascal in the Nape

EN: It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. The face had been thinking so hard that it relocated itself by accident. Yellow thought it was a forehead, but purple corrected: “You are actually… read more – weiterlesen Die Überlegung und Verlegung / The Reflection and the Relocation

EN: It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. The figure wore seventeen temperatures at once, layered like arguments.Behind her, the world had broken into rectangles and forgotten to apologize.Each color was a different… read more – weiterlesen In Winter People Have Much On and With Them / Im Winter haben die Menschen viel an und bei sich

EN: It’s DaDa. Don’t search for (non-)sense, cause it’s senseless. Just enjoy the colors and the short story dada mind trip to break your Alltag. Magenta swallowed Tuesday whole and spat it as a ring.The ellipses multiplied like rumors, each one narrower than truth.Orange claimed it was the center but… read more – weiterlesen The Circles Forgot How to Stop / Die Kreise vergaßen, wie man aufhört

The Glass Had Opinions About Its Contents The Glass had been holding Sekt for three hours when it finally admitted the truth: champagne was a stupid drink. Not bad, not unpleasant—stupid. Lacking the intelligence of water, the honesty of coffee, the philosophical depth of red wine that understood its own… read more – weiterlesen Sekt ist eigentlich ein blödes Getränk / Champagne Is Actually a Stupid Drink

The Person woke on Tuesday and couldn’t remember which pieces were essential. Every memory, every habit, every opinion had separated into small colored fragments—turquoise certainties, pink hesitations, coral enthusiasms, purple regrets—all drifting through the space where a coherent self used to be. “Can you describe yourself?” asked the Identity Specialist… read more – weiterlesen The Person Became Weather

Poem: Revolution by Rotation The Sun King woke and decided to spin— not rule, not reign, just rotate until his body became opinion instead of flesh. Each pirouette released a different color: red authority, green doubt, yellow decree, magenta uncertainty about the divine right of anything. By noon he was… read more – weiterlesen Der Sonnenkönig tanzt sich kunterbunt / The Sun King Dances Himself Colorfully

Poem: Vows in Magenta The Nun took her vows in black and white, but her prayers came out in magenta diagonals. Every genuflection released lime green curves. Each rosary bead turned cyan, then yellow, then doubt. The colors claimed they were her true calling— not silence, not stillness, but chromatic… read more – weiterlesen Die bunte Nonne / The Colorful Nun