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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 per moment that flows. The earliest to problematize time/the present was Zeno of Elea (5th century BC) with the arrow… 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 Grund. II. The Theology of Enough No revolution, no revelation —only this: a moment between mud and mercy.Hunger sleeps.Meaning grazes nearby, unafraid.The world finally stops… 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 Gedanke in Bleistift übersetzt. II. The Theology of Shade Black believes in boundaries.White forgets them.Together they invent tenderness.Every layer hums with weight —proof that quiet… 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 selbst streichelt. II. The Science of Softness Graphite knows no mercy,but it knows where to stop.The snout — a spiral of hesitation.The eyes — tiny… 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. II. The Theology of Halfness Half seen, half guessed.Faith lives here—in the trembling middle,where certainty takes a nap.Even the snout doubts its own geometry.Light keeps… 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 aus Zärtlichkeit. II. Anatomy of a Slight Misunderstanding My snout speaks first: Oink.My eyes hesitate, thinking it through.Between sound and sense,a beautiful failure grows.Lines blur.Meaning… 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. II. The Elegance of Not Knowing Every line trembles toward tenderness.The ear bends like a question answered in sleep.I could be listening,or simply remembering how… 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 und Schwelle,ein Tier im Übergang zwischen Neugier und Müdigkeit. II. Pigment and Poise Black defines me; magenta redeems me.Together they argue across my snout.The left… read more – weiterlesen Portrait of the Thoughtful Pig

Prelude:I am mostly appetite translated into art.The pot is not a pot — it’s a mirror with hunger issues.Between us lies the philosophy of leftovers. I. The Economy of Oink Value circulates in circles:pig, pot, promise.One gives, one holds, one hopes.Ich bin Schwein und Bedürfnis,ein rosa Gedanke mit metallischem Nachhall.DADA counts nothing,and therefore owns everything. II. Still Life with Expectation The pot waits.I wait too.Waiting becomes a duet in minor key.Steam is memory rehearsing resurrection.If… read more – weiterlesen The Pig and the Empty Pot