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I arrive as a snout with ambitions: I want to tick like a clock made of dots. I want to oink in Morse code. I want to become a confetti philosopher who sneezes color theories into the afternoon. The First Dot Refuses to Be Alone I press one turquoise speck into the red field and it grows cousins, aunts, a parliament of freckles. The canvas turns into a small country where stamps vote for themselves… read more – weiterlesen A Pig Tries Pointillism

The Laughing Swine – A Pink Opera in Green Minor Excerpt:I am the giggle between the grass and the grunt. My snout remembers the color pink before it was invented. The Entrance of the Snout A pink explosion.A wrinkle conducts an orchestra of silence.The air smells like vowels trying to escape:Oink. Ounk. Oüüüüü. I laugh in four dimensions:skin, sound, scent, and suspicion.The audience is made of mirrors—each one slightly porkish, slightly philosophical. Dialogue Between Ear… read more – weiterlesen Laughing Pig in Pink and Green

Exhibitions z.B. Publications Meine Fachbücher für Studierende: Die Kompass-Ratgeber-Reihe Illustrations für Stiftung Mediation: Kalender 2026 für Pflaum, Matthias: Das Auge der Schwägerin. Büro Wilhelm Verlag für Pflaum, Matthias: Leben ohne Spezi. Büro Wilhelm Verlag für Pflaum, Matthias: Für Pegnitz reichts. Büro Wilhelm Verlag für Hafner, Bettina. Ritz, Gudula: Irgendwie seltsam …! Über den Umgang im Coaching mit extremen Persönlichkeiten. Manager Seminare

Here’s a crisp, two-language unpacking. English What the pun does Good English renderings “SchWeinWorlds” (lets the German stem show through, more avant-garde) “PigWorlds” (keeps the core sense) “sWineWorlds” (mirrors the inner wine) My Work

The horse steps out of the paintinglike it has misplaced its own outline.No stable, no field,just a flat horizon made of maybe,a sky rehearsing the word “pink”until it forgets what clouds were. Its body is all wrong, all right.Legs like stacked postcards,each one a slightly different version of blue.A knee that remembers being a staircase,an ankle that once believed it was a window frame.Nothing fits and therefore everything belongs. Someone has clearly argued with the… read more – weiterlesen Neon Horse in the Soft Collapse