2022
Demotivational Disruption
Walking through our daily lives, we rarely stop and wonder: Why are we acting all all? What is the driving force, the motivation, the force pushing us onward on the path we are strolling down? The daily rat race keeps us going, but it’s only a symptom of external force. Is there also real motivation we draw energy from?
Hurdly Hamster Wheel
Struggling helplessly in the daily hustle and bustle. Switching from one call to another, one mail to the next, drowning, not finishing before the next task arrives. Losing focus, losing energy, losing the dream; forgetting the pursuit of happiness. How to escape?
2021
Endless Destruction
All of a sudden, nature strikes back. Protected memories, kept in a safe haven, destroyed in mere minutes, along with the home, the place to live. Everything lost and replaced by a boundless solastalgia.
Targetless Sorrow
Uncalled for, but not unbeknownst, a silent sorrow fights its way into our hearts. A sorrow longing for a missing fragment. An unnerving melancholy, unfolding like a forlorn nostalgia carried over from a past life.
Frosty Silence
A hushing cold was embracing us. Freezing, calming down the buzzing activities of all human beings. A frosty silence, a forlorn remembrance, putting the hustle and bustle to a sudden, temporary halt.
Colours of Past
Time rushes by, people walk past — only memories remain, fading away. Into nothingness? What remains when pictures become grey? Is their life gone, all traces of the drawings lost?
Peace Lovers’ Pain
Constant unrest and conflict are around us, inside us. Misunderstandings give birth to wars among people and peoples, The peace lovers’ lives may be less conflicted superficially, but they fight their constantly grinding internal wars instead.
Happiness’ Hideout
Happiness is hiding. In every breath we take, there’s a glint of happiness we’ve ceased to notice. The silent smile about being here, living, experiencing emotions and the colours of life has left us early on. Hunting for pain, searching for bad news, failures and issues we are, having lost the once playful cheer of childhood’s innate wisdom.
Fleeting Time
Time is fleeting, racing — towards a new morning, a new ocean of dreams. A plaything of this craze we are. Lives and emotions flying by, imagery which may be soon forgotten.
Perfectionist’s Crushing
When the mind grows empty and receptive, tranquility and creative dreams rush in — unless the perfectionist’s hunger is craving for a different meal, deprived of all healthiness.
2011
Selective Sighlence
Eyes closed, he woke up. Something had changed around him, something had left. Someone. Forever, without notice. Never to open her eyes again.
2010
Suspected Spring
It started with a shy look around the cold corner of winter. There it was, a small glow of warming light, an extended ray of sunshine ignoring the laws of space-time, just bending itself around an icy crystal in the backyard of winter. Was it looking for something?
Melancholic Minding
Remembrance triggering the most emotional memories leads to the melancholic minding one has to endure when listening to the images of the former situation.
Gated Sleep
Only when the coldness of the night starts to grasp hold of your thoughts, the warm lullaby of sleep subsides and makes place for mindful thinking.
Winter Time
Looking through the windows at the dark and cold scenery outside, one may wonder how this time of the year may ever be loved.