What’s Happening to Me?

08Home

After my work that investigates our obsession of wanting to control everything I wondered what would happen, if I finally started to relax and just watch what happens to me. I would see how my body reaches for the ground incessantly wanting to merge with everything.

Home, 2009
Gouache and pencil on paper, 12 x 16″

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Home, detail, 2009
Gouache and pencil on paper, 12 x 16″

01Transience

Transience, 2010
Gouache and pencil on paper, 9 x 12″

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Transience, detail, 2010
Gouache and pencil on paper, 12 x 16″

03Das-Loch

Das Loch, The Hole, 2009
Gouache and pencil on paper, 12 x 16″,

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Das Loch, The Hole, detail, 2009
Gouache and pencil on paper, 12 x 16″.

05Voice-Lesson

Voice Lesson, 2009
Gouache and pencil on paper, 9 x 12″

06Broken-Flower

Broken Flower, 2013
Gouache and pencil on paper, 12.2 x 16.1″

07Herz-abgebrochen

Now my Heart has Broken off, 2008
Pencil and gouache on paper. 9.4 x 11.8″

10Reaching-for-Dissolution

Reaching Towards Dissolution, 2010
Oil on linen canvas, 4 x 6ft

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Reaching Towards Dissolution, detail 2010
Oil on linen canvas, 4 x 6ft,


I AM A SPROUT. a poem I wrote inspired by this painting.

I am a sprout.

Sprouting is my daily job,

Shooting upwards to pierce the open virginal sky.

My underside however likes to investigate various hidden smells and textures.

It likes to reach downwards to where its moist and warm and undefined,

to where all shapes and colors surrender,

surrender to the gravitational pull of harmony.

The wind is caressing my rosy nipples and the heavens are reflecting,

reflecting all their accumulated information in turn onto my white skin.

Youth’s job is to move upward.

Old age’s is to move down- and inward towards its own reflection.

I do both.

Spending time in consideration of upwardness, might feel less threatening to some of us,

less worrisome than imagining the various subliminal possibilities of invasion.

Fear of adulteration seems very real!

No matter, my fingers will keep digging.