Excerpt:
Knowledge smells faintly of mud and graphite.

H2: Prelude in Pencil and Patience

I was drawn slowly —
the artist paused often, maybe thinking, maybe doubting.
Each line found me piece by piece,
like a rumour of form.
Now I sit, saturated in soft oranges and possible meanings.
Ich bin das Nachdenken mit Ohren.

H3: Snout as Question Mark

Two circles of wonder.
I inhale the universe,
and it doesn’t always agree with me.
Every breath rearranges philosophy.
What is truth but well-timed curiosity?
What is art but a well-drawn doubt?

H2: Dialogue with the Paper

Paper: You’re too serious.
Pig: You’re too flat.
Paper: I hold you together.
Pig: And yet I might escape.
They smile — or maybe that’s shading.

H3: Abschlussoink – The Reflective Pause

No fireworks, no rebellion — just presence.
I am the whisper that follows colour.
The sketch that keeps thinking after it’s finished.
Dada calls it nonsense.
I call it the geometry of tenderness.