Hands

Gedankengeier

Gedankenströme kreisen nicht um das Schöne
Sondern immer wieder um das gleiche Übel
Halten mich im hier und jetzt

Gedankenkreise erlauben keinen Ausbruch
Erzwingen monotone Bilder
Der selben Pein

Gedankengeier picken an Vergangenheit
Träume gehen über Schmerzensschranken
Malen düstre Zukunftsreisen
Kratzen an kaum vorhandner Zuversicht
Schieben sich dazwischen.

Deauville 2013

Lights from the past

Bratislava

A little sprout

A little sprout

Will it grow?

Will it be treaded down

Will it end up in decay?

A little sprout

How will it end up?

So vulnerable and new

Will the wind blow it away?

Or will it last?

The ground it grows on is diverse

The rooting was cut

The wind blows

Hungry snails

Memories of its past

they will last

But the future is unshure

A little sprout

it’s alive by now

One way trip to nowhere

Is real life becoming a play?
I try
but its's hunting me
finds me everywhere I try to hide
Should I look for the exit sign?
I am on a one way trip to nowhere

Sometime darkness takes over
it crawls inside me
destructive thoughts
intense moments
intimacy and unity
jealousy eating me alive

My diseased ego needs pampering
Replacement for once happy thoughts
stole my life

A mentors tip

A choreography teacher once told my that real art lies within minimalism. That does not mean that all art is minimal, it just means that it has to be reduced to its basis. He told me to question every part of my piece and think about, whether it is necessary for the piece or not. Throw out any extras and embellishments, they only blur the message. Keep the elements that make sense within. This will improve whatever you do. I'm quite thankful for this tip and use it whenever I can within my professional life and private passions, though it works best within the parts of my life I am more used to.