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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

Prelude:I did not mean to look so serious.It’s just that light keeps asking questionsand shadow keeps answering in riddles.I am mostly color pretending to contemplate. Meditation in Red and Violet The world presses close in wax and whisper.Purple wraps around me like a sigh.Orange is my memory of joy—flickering, stubborn, sincere.Ich bin Schwein und Gedanke,verloren im Kopfkissen der Kreide. Dialogue with the Darkness Red: I am passion, sharpened.Purple: I am the aftertaste of fire.Pig: I… read more – weiterlesen Crimson Reverie: The Pig in Thought

Prelude: The Vorderseite SpeaksI walk in color—an accidental geometry of pink and purpose.My lines are confident, my chaos curated.The world applauds the outline;no one suspects how fragile I am beneath the markers.Oink, the manifesto says,and I comply in several hues of obedience. Backside: The Pig Unravels Here, I am everything that bled through.No line, no certainty,just the afterimage of intention.I am the residue of gesture—the ghost of art’s first excitement.Ich bin Schwein im Zwischenzustand,ein Gebet… read more – weiterlesen The Pig and Its Echo (On the Nature of Reflection and Noise)

Prelude: The Vorderseite SpeaksI am the front—the visible,the pig who believes in outline.Color clings to me like consequence:orange, pink, blue—proof of existence.I face the sun and call it philosophy.I oink, therefore I am.Everything behind me hums in graphite memory. The Backside Replies (A Platonian Murmur) I am your shadow, drawn in half-light.Not imitation—continuation.You are pigment; I am persistence.Where your brightness ends,I begin as whisper and remain as doubt.Ich bin Schwein im Nachhall,ein Gedanke aus Staub… read more – weiterlesen The Reflexive Pig (A Dialogue Between Form and Echo)

Prelude:Look closer—I am mostly tenderness disguised as shadow.The world reflects in my left eye,but only half wants to be seen.Graphite breathes; pink remembers. Ode to the Quiet Face Soft pressure. Slow courage.My outline isn’t drawn — it’s forgiven.Each curve is an apology turned into grace.Even the darkness has edges of empathy.Ich bin Schwein und Zwischenraum,ein Gedanke, der nicht ganz aufhören will. Anatomy of a Pause This isn’t sadness; it’s attention.The nose is thinking.The eyes, small… read more – weiterlesen Melancholia porcina