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25 August 2024
25082405 (wallpaper of dreams)
25082405 (wallpaper of dreams)
won't you forgive me
in front of this wallpaper
of dreams?
will you let me
take back the pain,
for you to forget and not
have a remembrance of the pain
when you hear a name
on a random day.
This postcard series follows this chain of events: i visit a flea market (notably the Trödelmarkt Aachener Platz in Düsseldorf) to pick out old/vintage postcards that have an image that catches my attention or speak to me; i then write something prompted by this image, spontaneously, in front of my typewriter. Not all postcards make their way to this series because i decide to keep them for my personal collection.
25 August 2024
25082404 (story from a chamois)
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25082404 (story from a chamois)
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I step out from my warm slumber and shake the snow off my fur. The world is a slight blue, some faces of a mountain side are gold from the sun. The snow doesn't melt.
I see some figures up high, and I smile at them for they might be new friends.
I am well rested and the weather is forgiving today. I make my little hoovesteps down the path. Puk-Puk-Puk. I am a little hungry now, I search for some grass.
Puk-Puk-Puk. I make a rhythm in the still air. My friends have yet to join me.
I hear a little sound from high up, followed by a LOUD ONE, followed by a warm one. I almost forgot to tell you there was also pain, a great big one, it took me a minute to notice, and by then I had three seconds left. I am powerless, I am confused, I am…..
This postcard series follows this chain of events: i visit a flea market (notably the Trödelmarkt Aachener Platz in Düsseldorf) to pick out old/vintage postcards that have an image that catches my attention or speak to me; i then write something prompted by this image, spontaneously, in front of my typewriter. Not all postcards make their way to this series because i decide to keep them for my personal collection.
29 June 2024
29062403 (tripping under the moon)
29062403 (tripping under the moon)
This postcard series follows this chain of events: i visit a flea market (notably the Trödelmarkt Aachener Platz in Düsseldorf) to pick out old/vintage postcards that have an image that catches my attention or speak to me; i then write something prompted by this image, spontaneously, in front of my typewriter. Not all postcards make their way to this series because i decide to keep them for my personal collection.
29 June 2024
29062401 (ocean swirling inside my head)
29062401 (ocean swirling inside my head)
This postcard series follows this chain of events: i visit a flea market (notably the Trödelmarkt Aachener Platz in Düsseldorf) to pick out old/vintage postcards that have an image that catches my attention or speak to me; i then write something prompted by this image, spontaneously, in front of my typewriter. Not all postcards make their way to this series because i decide to keep them for my personal collection.