NOA RY
ALS GÄBE ES KEIN MORGEN / AS IF THERE'S NO TOMORROW
 _still in process_ |
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 _oil crayon & sticky tape_ |
 _oil crayon & plastic_ |
_UNIVERSE_
No idea, where to find!
One of them lies so near anyway that one tickles on the body walls.
One robs the breath so,
that the lungs can be inflated from the outside unwillingly.
He seems too powerful because the pain.
 _sold_ |
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 _oil crayon & acryl_ |
 _oil crayon & acryl_ |
_someone needs help_
How closed? How imprisoned? How does a body bends,
if it has to change. It condemn the viewer to a judge or even to an animal. A picture makes itself, so did the incomprehensible before itself becomes understandable.
Explicit for me it has a Kafa'eske styl. The little, helpless beetle who depends on thisrobot. A raised spirit. Whether it's good or bad, the beetle tries to crawl up onto the other body.
The soul of storytelling, is the error ...-N.R.-
 _finished_ |
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 _acryl_ |
 _oil crayon & acryl_ |
_egg_
The view through a peephole.
For me it's a creep. In an endless sadness which tries outside there to hide the universe.
On the other hand I can see how something
is being born.
A new kind of human being who recognizes that the world is too cold and his knees clutching more tightly. But the world will cut more and more.
 _sold_ |
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 _watercolor_ |
 _watercolor_ |
_reach me_
_reach me_, is three a series, which flee themselves around the topic to catch and turns. The hands, which look for liberty, as if would be them like prisoners in a course.
The Woman _fear missing_ wants to catch the painter, have herself for itself. Lascivious bewitch him. And then the _micro macro cosmos_ world, which saves a hope, despite dystopian effect.
A hope after a new world.more.
 still in process |
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 _oil paint & plastic foil_ |
 _oil paint & plastic foil_ |
_skin_
Under the skin.
On the skin.
By the skin.
"Skin" is a layer on the next. Filigree, gleaming,
fiercely she works.
Almost one would like to sniff in it, touch it.
Try to pull the plastic of the skin.
 _sold_ |
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 _charcoal_ |
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 _charcoal_ |
_clinic man_
Everything disappears.
Resolves.
No hold, while time and space
stretches and moves together again. Caught in a universe from which there is no escape. Hunted by pain, which causes tearing. Own internal hell, longingly the look at the window,
the escape directed.
 _sold_ |
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 _charcoal_ |
 _charcoal_ |
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_you'll missing the end_
What has happened?
The picture appears like a scene.
It works as if one had thrown the woman in the corner.
Lying calm. Forget.
Is she dead? Does she still live?
Almost one wants to help her and
they preserve from the eye
which observes her present silently.
 _sold_ |
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 _charcoal & crayon_ |
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 _charcoal & crayon_ |
 _charcoal & crayon_ |
_landing man_
A person from another world.
Has he landed?
Was he arrested?
Bound?
His face, is it distorted with pain or sad?
His body, is he held by ropes or is pierced by tubes?
One does not know it.