What is it, what remains at the end of the day? Dreams, everyday life encounters an picked up sentences become poems in short visual narratives. A mixture of indication and concretisation evokes own memories
and feelings in the reader. The daily collected odds and ends offer small worlds with an interaction of text
and image, that can be individualy interpreted.
The night darkens and time laying around is turned into not yet uncurled wishes.
Brother, let us drink this russian evening.
Though I know the truth – the fox is inside the goose.
There‘s just too much stress without one‘s own micro water body in one‘s axle.
You have a deficiency in down-to-earthness but they will celebrate you as a princess of freedom.
Don‘t you worry – that‘s only mortar and sleeping humidity, my darling.
Someone pasted fake gum willow catkins onto the branch. – deer–cat‘s-eye? nasty trap!
The spark rests inside the blossoms and is floating just under the surface.
A sound broke loose – but the gang of thieves remains lulled onto sleep.
I live on the sunny side of life – I stay at home when it‘s raining.
The wind gushes around the roof of the world, but the siskin doesn‘t love the cedar king.
Did you remember to bring hairspray against the wild boars?
