Tuesday, 14 August 2018

Automaton

Guided by intuition, no meaning left, I declare my automatism to be perfect. Meandering streams of thought hope to be led by the force. May it be with you. It sometimes is with me. Rarely, but then steadily it declares to be there for me, to guide my fingers, whenever I need them, to write or to touch your body. My poetry is lost in oceans of dark velvet foam. My style or grace is the absence of speed or at least it is defined by it. And finally I let my wrist speak to me. This is what it is saying:

Sunday, 12 August 2018

Horse

This naturalistic drawing of a horse took me three minutes (including the color). It takes me another minute to post this. At the same time about 100 people do the same (at least). Maybe they do not draw a horse, but maybe another animal. It may be much better artwork than this. However, who will have a look at it, appreciate it, try to copy it? Is there time for that in our copy and paste universe. By the way I should give this a creative commons license, so that everyone who has something to say about horses can use this for their power point presentations. Enough pathos. This style of art production is close to Warhol's factory idea. Let's make a piece in five minutes instead of a day.
If anyone wants to buy the original, feel free to contact me. (hahahaha= mad laughter). 

My Head

While this is a quite accurate drawing of my head the picture itself encodes my future. Nice, I'd say. It's one o'clock a.m an I've been reading students' stuff. Makes my head feel like this. I definitely need some rest. Good night.