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 still
while the world sketches around you?
My snout becomes compass,
my ear a listening instrument for eternity.
Even stillness has direction.

Dialogue Between Color and Line

Pink: I feel everything.
Blue: I understand nothing.
Pig: I exist between you.
Together, we form the sentence
that DADA forgot to finish.

Closing Reflection (for the Observant)

The eye that looks away still sees.
Perhaps even better.
I am not turning from you—
I am turning toward the mystery of form itself.
And if you listen closely,
you’ll hear my silent oink
rhyming with your own breath.