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While the other ducks appear almost lost in the shadows this one seems to shine by its own light. St. John's, NL, Canada
*Working Towards a Better World
"You’ll never know unless you try". - Carl Lomer Abia
"Explore, Experiment, Evolve". - Lailah Gifty Akita
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” - H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You
"The more people explore the world, the more they realize in every country there's a different aesthetic. Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder". - Helen Christensen
"Education must, be not only a transmission of culture but also a provider of alternative views of the world and a strengthener of the will to explore them". - Jerome Bruner
“After all these years, I am still involved in the process of self-discovery. It's better to explore life and make mistakes than to play it safe. Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life”. - Sophia Loren
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo❤️
🎹✨ And now . . . . . . . the Orchestra reaches its crescendo ✨🎻
Today with this song – The Sound of My Wings
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams I feel Blessed by the Journey ✨💛
Before I share these new page of my journey . . .
I would love to invite you into something very close to my heart . . .
Little pieces of my story . . . .
Little fragments of my dreams . . . . . .
But now something is changing . . .
🎹✨ The orchestra is beginning to play ✨🎻
The melodies are finding each other . . . . . . .
The memories are weaving together . . . . . . . . . . . .
And the journey is becoming something greater than a single song ✨💛✨🎻🎹✨
Let's continue the journey . . .
Taxi: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams ~WoD~ 🌌 ✨
More of this will be revealed to you day by day enjoy it . . .
Over the past months I created an album called
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛
Album: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams . . . . 🌌 ✨
If you feel called to listen,
I hope you will find a little piece of yourself somewhere within it. ✨💛
Each song tells a different part of the journey.
Each melody carries a memory.
Each notebecame a piece of the story.
Sometimes life closes a chapter . . .
not to take something away . . .
but to make space for something new.
Looking back, I see so many moments,
so many lessons,
so many dreams that carried me further than I ever imagined.
And today . . .
my heart is simply filled with gratitude.
For every beginning.
For every ending.
For every person who became part of my story.
Waterfalls of Dreams exists again . . .
and somehow it feels like coming home.
A new book . . .
A new chapter . . .
A new beginning . . .
I feel blessed.
Blessed by the journey.
Blessed by the people I met along the way.
Blessed by the beauty I found even in difficult moments.
And most of all . . .
blessed to still be dreaming. ✨💛
Lasst uns die Reise fortsetzen . . .
Heute mit diesem Song: The River Flows Within Me – Orchestra Version
Bevor ich euch diese neuen Seite meiner Reise zeige . . .
möchte ich euch gerne an etwas teilhaben lassen, das mir sehr am Herzen liegt . . .
Kleine Stücke meiner Geschichte . . .
Kleine Fragmente meiner Träume . . .
Doch nun verändert sich etwas . . .
🎹✨ Das Orchester erhebt seine Stimme ✨🎻
Die Melodien finden zueinander . . .
Die Erinnerungen verweben sich zu einem Ganzen . . .
Und die Reise wird zu etwas Größerem als einem einzelnen Lied . . .
Zu einer Geschichte aus Erinnerungen, Träumen und all den Wegen, die mich hierher geführt haben . . . ✨💛✨🎻🎹✨
Lasst uns die Reise fortsetzen . . .
Tag für Tag werdet ihr mehr darüber erfahren – viel Spaß dabei . . .
In den letzten Monaten hab ich ein Album erschaffen, es heisst
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛
Wenn du das Gefühl hast, dass du hinein hören möchtest,
hoffe ich, dass du darin irgendwo ein kleines Stück von dir selbst findest. ✨💛
Jedes Lied erzählt einen anderen Abschnitt der Reise.
Jede Melodie trägt eine Erinnerung in sich.
Jede Note wurde zu einem Teil der Geschichte.
Manchmal schließt das Leben ein Kapitel . . .
nicht um etwas wegzunehmen . . .
sondern um Platz für etwas Neues zu schaffen.
Wenn ich zurückblicke, sehe ich so viele Momente,
so viele Lektionen,
so viele Träume, die mich weitergetragen haben, als ich es je für möglich gehalten hätte.
Und heute . . .
ist mein Herz einfach voller Dankbarkeit.
Für jeden Anfang.
Für jedes Ende.
Für jeden Menschen, der ein Teil meiner Geschichte geworden ist.
Waterfalls of Dreams existiert wieder . . .
und irgendwie fühlt es sich an wie Heimkommen.
Ein neues Buch . . .
Ein neues Kapitel . . .
Ein neuer Anfang . . .
Ich fühle mich gesegnet.
Gesegnet durch die Reise.
Gesegnet durch die Menschen, die mich begleitet haben.
Gesegnet durch die Schönheit, die selbst in schweren Momenten zu finden war.
Und vor allem . . .
gesegnet, noch immer träumen zu können. ✨💛
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams I feel Blessed by the Journey ✨💛
Taxi: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams ~WoD~ 🌌 ✨
Before I share these new pages of my journey . . .
I would love to invite you into something very close to my heart . . .
Over the past months I created an album called
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛
Album: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams . . . . 🌌 ✨
Song for this Pictur – The Harbor Within Me . . .
If you feel called to listen,
I hope you will find a little piece of yourself somewhere within it. ✨💛
Each song tells a different part of the journey.
Each melody carries a memory.
Each note became a piece of the story.
Sometimes life closes a chapter . . .
not to take something away . . .
but to make space for something new.
Looking back, I see so many moments,
so many lessons,
so many dreams that carried me further than I ever imagined.
And today . . .
my heart is simply filled with gratitude.
For every beginning.
For every ending.
For every person who became part of my story.
Waterfalls of Dreams exists again . . .
and somehow it feels like coming home.
A new book . . .
A new chapter . . .
A new beginning . . .
I feel blessed.
Blessed by the journey.
Blessed by the people I met along the way.
Blessed by the beauty I found even in difficult moments.
And most of all . . .
blessed to still be dreaming. ✨💛
Bevor ich euch diese neuen Seiten meiner Reise zeige . . .
möchte ich euch gerne an etwas teilhaben lassen, das mir sehr am Herzen liegt . . .
In den letzten Monaten hab ich ein Album erschaffen, es heisst
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛
Wenn du das Gefühl hast, dass du hinein hören möchtest,
hoffe ich, dass du darin irgendwo ein kleines Stück von dir selbst findest. ✨💛
Jedes Lied erzählt einen anderen Abschnitt der Reise.
Jede Melodie trägt eine Erinnerung in sich.
Jede Note wurde zu einem Teil der Geschichte.
Manchmal schließt das Leben ein Kapitel . . .
nicht um etwas wegzunehmen . . .
sondern um Platz für etwas Neues zu schaffen.
Wenn ich zurückblicke, sehe ich so viele Momente,
so viele Lektionen,
so viele Träume, die mich weitergetragen haben, als ich es je für möglich gehalten hätte.
Und heute . . .
ist mein Herz einfach voller Dankbarkeit.
Für jeden Anfang.
Für jedes Ende.
Für jeden Menschen, der ein Teil meiner Geschichte geworden ist.
Waterfalls of Dreams existiert wieder . . .
und irgendwie fühlt es sich an wie Heimkommen.
Ein neues Buch . . .
Ein neues Kapitel . . .
Ein neuer Anfang . . .
Ich fühle mich gesegnet.
Gesegnet durch die Reise.
Gesegnet durch die Menschen, die mich begleitet haben.
Gesegnet durch die Schönheit, die selbst in schweren Momenten zu finden war.
Und vor allem . . .
gesegnet, noch immer träumen zu können. ✨💛
Most of life is lived in transition.
Not at the beginning of things.
Not at the end.
But somewhere in between.
Between certainty and doubt.
Between who we were and who we hope to become.
Between the stories we’ve outgrown and the ones we have yet to write.
Perhaps that’s why certain strangers linger in memory.
Not because they appear complete,
but because they don’t.
There is something deeply human about unfinishedness.
The way we continue changing,
continue searching,
continue carrying both confidence and uncertainty at the same time.
No one arrives fully formed.
We are all, in one way or another,
still becoming.
Meine Malerei ausgestellt:
1991-04, Sie Wicht, Sie wichtiger, 300 x 230 cm, Kopiedruck auf Leinwand
1991-04, you little man, you are important, 300 x 230 cm, copy print on canvas
Dies ist nicht nur ein Wortspiel. Der Satz weist darauf hin, dass jeder Mensch und jedes Wesen, jeder Gegenstand auf der Erde wichtig ist, geachtet und anerkannt werden sollte - ohne Rücksicht auf Aussehen, Religion, Volkszugehörigkeit, Reichtum. Die Erde selbst ist klein und so wichtig für uns kleine Menschen.
This is not just a play on words. The phrase indicates that every person and every creature, every object on Earth is important, should be respected and recognized - regardless of appearance, religion, ethnicity, wealth, riches. The earth itself is small and so important for us little people.
There’s a line in Ted Lasso about the difference between judging and being curious, and honestly, it should come printed on coffee mugs, T‑shirts, and maybe a few foreheads. Most people walk around acting like they’ve already downloaded the full expansion pack of life. They hear one detail and go, “Ah yes, I know exactly who you are.”
Spoiler: they don’t.
Curiosity, though? Curiosity is a whole different vibe.
Curiosity says, “Tell me more,” instead of “I’ve decided everything about you in the last three seconds.”
Curiosity leans in. Judgment leans back.
Curiosity opens doors.
Judgment labels the door, files it alphabetically, and never walks through it.
And the wild thing is - curiosity is actually more fun.
It makes the world bigger, weirder, and way more interesting. It turns everyday moments into little discoveries. It keeps you learning instead of calcifying into the human equivalent of a dusty encyclopedia set.
Being curious doesn’t mean you’re clueless. It means you’re paying attention. It means you’re willing to be surprised. It means you’re not afraid to admit you don’t know everything - which, ironically, is the fastest way to learn anything.
So here’s to choosing curiosity over the cheap thrill of being “right.”
Here’s to asking questions instead of making assumptions.
Here’s to staying open, playful, and teachable - even when life gets rainy, blurry, or downright confusing.
Because the people who stay curious don’t just understand the world better.
They enjoy it more.
I think any black woman is a queen.
It's just, do you know it? Do you see it in yourself?
Do you recognize it, do you abide by that?
Do you define yourself as that?
Based on who we are and what we've been through...
How we survive + where we stand, we are on sacred ground.
We stand on the backs of our ancestors.
Thanks Karoline, for inviting me to pose with you 💖
#melanin #blackgirlmagic #artbykarolinelilith #sisterlylove #AvaDuVernay #selfdiscovery #selflove #fortheculture
We escape reality not to reject it, but to breathe within it. In the rush of obligations and noise, we seek refuge—whether in art, music, nature, or quiet moments that slow time. These escapes offer clarity, untangling thoughts and easing burdens, reminding us that life is more than demands.
Stepping away renews us, giving perspective and space to dream. Reality Escape is the bridge between exhaustion and restoration, where the weight of the world dissolves, if only for a moment. In that pause, we rediscover who we truly are.
1992-04, Not wendig, 126x95 cm, Acryl auf Hartplatte.
1992-04, Necessary, 50 x 36 inch, acrylic on hardboard.
Das Gemälde ist eine Anspielung auf die damals notwendige Überlegung zur Selbstfindung. Mein Zimmer sollte mir Geborgenheit geben. Aber ich, durch die tägliche Arbeit im Beruf gefangen, musste die Wand durchbrechen, das Zimmer es verlassen. Das Suchen nach dem Sinn und den Möglichkeiten meiner Malerei wurde zu einer wichtigen Arbeit, die gelingen sollte. Dieses Gemälde war eine Hilfe.
This painting is an allusion to the time necessary consideration to self-discovery. My room should give me security. But I, trapped by the daily work in my job, had to break through the wall, leaving the room there. The search for meaning and the possibilities of my painting became an important work that should succeed. This painting was a help.
Außerdem könnte mein Zimmer auch für jeden sein Zimmer bedeuten und seine Anstrengung zum Leben.
In addition, my room might mean for each his own room and his effort to live.
Sometimes, you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes, in the middle of nowhere you find yourself.
2015, mein Plakat an einem Bauzaun, 200x145 cm, Druck, Folie.
2015, my poster on a hoarding, 80x56 inch, printing, foil.
Ursprüngliches Gemälde - Original painting:
1992-08, Freiklingeln, 95 x 70 cm, Acryl auf Hartplatte.
1992-08, Free ringing, 37 x 27 inch, acrylic on hardboard.
Zimmer hier. Leer, frei, besetzt, voll.
Man könnte da klingeln, was man wünscht.
Rooms here. Empty, free, busy, full.
You could ring the bell there, which one wishes.
I ascribed to Iyanla Vazant ( www.amandashome.com/cried.html ) when she said:
" I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away,
to people in circumstances, which left me feeling empty,
and battered and plain, old and used "
But that was Yesterday.
Today, I am reborn. No more the weak, the meek, the downtrodden.
I've discovered how strong I can be in the face of injustice, humiliation and torment.
That strength came from giving up values that I previously nurtured in my soul.
Marqs sat quietly on the step, mulling over the address of the coffee shop and the word that kept echoing in his mind: "je t’aime." The address—314 Eagan Way—felt almost poetic, the numbers resonating with the concept of pi, 3.14, and its infinite nature. Its endless decimals mirrored the boundless and often irrational essence of love. Yet as Marqs pondered this connection, the weight of his own finite past pressed heavily against him.
He had faltered before—moments etched in memory where he’d failed, relationships fractured by his weaknesses. These moments had a way of creeping up on him, paralyzing him that he might have destroyed all chance of happiness and love, and perhaps even that he did not deserve the chance.
But something about pi’s infinite nature tugged at him, whispering that the story wasn’t over, that the decimals kept rolling forward. Imperfections didn’t mean the circle couldn’t complete itself. He knew that to move forward he couldn’t let his past mistakes drown out the hope of connection, of growth, of healing—and of love.
"Je t’aime," Marqs murmured, the words carrying a quiet promise to himself as much as an affirmation of what lay ahead. Rising from the step, he set his gaze on Eagan Way. His stride wasn’t perfect—it faltered under the weight of his past—but it was determined. The coffee shop awaited, and Marqs moved forward to embrace what lay ahead.
Not your Barbie girl, I don’t play nice, Too much fire, too much spice. 🔥✨
Neon glows, I shine too bright, Break the mold, rewrite the fight.
You want perfect? I’m too wild, Sugarcoated ain't my style. 🍬💥
No fake smiles, no quiet game, I take up space, I make my name.
Plastic world? Not my scene, Dripping colors, neon queen. 🌈👑
So keep watching, stare all day, But you can’t mold me your own way.
I glow fierce, I break the mold, Too untamed to be controlled.
Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
C.G. Jung
Tulips were introduced to the Western world by the Viennese ambassador to Turkey, Augier Ghislain de Busbecq, who wrote of seeing the plants in Edirne, Turkey, in 1551 and who later sent some seeds to Austria. The arrival at Antwerp in 1562 of a cargo of tulip bulbs from Constantinople (now Istanbul) marked the beginning of the tulip horticultural industry in Europe. A speculative frenzy over tulips in the Netherlands in 1633–37 is now known as the Tulip Mania.
Norfolk
I'm currently reading Jonathan Raban's Passage to Juneau, so I am referencing it in this image I guess, although I'd been given the book just as I set off for my trip. Raban's book is a great read. “I had a boat, most of a spring and summer, a cargo of books and the kind of dream of self-enrichment that spurs everyone who sails north from Seattle...”
“Forget the herring and the salmon: I meant to go fishing for reflections, and come back with a glittering haul. Other people’s reflections, as I thought then. I wasn’t prepared for the catch I eventually made.”
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams I feel Blessed by the Journey ✨💛
Taxi: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams ~WoD~ 🌌 ✨
Before I share these new pages of my journey . . .
I would love to invite you into something very close to my heart . . .
Over the past months I created an album called
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛
Album: ✨🌌 Waterfalls of Dreams . . . . 🌌 ✨
Song for this Pictur – Remember Who You Are . . .
If you feel called to listen,
I hope you will find a little piece of yourself somewhere within it. ✨💛
Each song tells a different part of the journey.
Each melody carries a memory.
Each note became a piece of the story.
Sometimes life closes a chapter . . .
not to take something away . . .
but to make space for something new.
Looking back, I see so many moments,
so many lessons,
so many dreams that carried me further than I ever imagined.
And today . . .
my heart is simply filled with gratitude.
For every beginning.
For every ending.
For every person who became part of my story.
Waterfalls of Dreams exists again . . .
and somehow it feels like coming home.
A new book . . .
A new chapter . . .
A new beginning . . .
I feel blessed.
Blessed by the journey.
Blessed by the people I met along the way.
Blessed by the beauty I found even in difficult moments.
And most of all . . .
blessed to still be dreaming. ✨💛
Bevor ich euch diese neuen Seiten meiner Reise zeige . . .
möchte ich euch gerne an etwas teilhaben lassen, das mir sehr am Herzen liegt . . .
In den letzten Monaten hab ich ein Album erschaffen, es heisst
💛✨ Waterfalls of Dreams ✨💛
Wenn du das Gefühl hast, dass du hinein hören möchtest,
hoffe ich, dass du darin irgendwo ein kleines Stück von dir selbst findest. ✨💛
Jedes Lied erzählt einen anderen Abschnitt der Reise.
Jede Melodie trägt eine Erinnerung in sich.
Jede Note wurde zu einem Teil der Geschichte.
Manchmal schließt das Leben ein Kapitel . . .
nicht um etwas wegzunehmen . . .
sondern um Platz für etwas Neues zu schaffen.
Wenn ich zurückblicke, sehe ich so viele Momente,
so viele Lektionen,
so viele Träume, die mich weitergetragen haben, als ich es je für möglich gehalten hätte.
Und heute . . .
ist mein Herz einfach voller Dankbarkeit.
Für jeden Anfang.
Für jedes Ende.
Für jeden Menschen, der ein Teil meiner Geschichte geworden ist.
Waterfalls of Dreams existiert wieder . . .
und irgendwie fühlt es sich an wie Heimkommen.
Ein neues Buch . . .
Ein neues Kapitel . . .
Ein neuer Anfang . . .
Ich fühle mich gesegnet.
Gesegnet durch die Reise.
Gesegnet durch die Menschen, die mich begleitet haben.
Gesegnet durch die Schönheit, die selbst in schweren Momenten zu finden war.
Und vor allem . . .
gesegnet, noch immer träumen zu können. ✨💛
1992-05, Ganz wichtig, 126x95 cm, Acryl auf Hartplatte.
1992-05, Very important, 50 x 36 inch, acrylic on hardboard.
Wissen Sie, dass mein Zimmer zu finden mir ganz, ganz wichtig ist?
Do you know that to find mein Zimmer (my room, my art) to me, is very very important.
Außerdem könnte mein Zimmer auch für jeden sein Zimmer bedeuten und seine Anstrengung zum Leben.
In addition, my room might mean for each his own room and his effort to live.
1992-08, Freiklingeln, 95 x 70 cm, Acryl auf Hartplatte.
1992-08, Free ringing, 37 x 27 inch, acrylic on hardboard.
Zimmer hier. Leer, frei, besetzt, voll.
Man könnte da klingeln, was man wünscht.
Rooms here. Empty, free, busy, full.
You could ring the bell there, which one wishes.
this has been quite a year so far of self discovery for me. i guess some may call it a mid life crisis of sorts. i have always been creative in one way or the other.... but just couldn't find my niche. i grew up watching my mom sew, and was never interested.... until this year. my mom gave me the best gift ever - a sewing machine, for my birthday, and i've been tinkering with it ever since, really only getting serious about it this past couple months. i have never felt more like myself.... ever. last night my sewing machine broke - totally seized up. i was LOST. i didn't know what to do. i felt like my friend had just abandoned me. ha! well, after some very wise advice from some fellow etsians, and some help from my husband, i got it up and running today.
so..... sewing machine... i promise to love you, and hug you, and pat you, and take care of you, and oil you... yes, oil you..... ;-)
Chakra 1 - Challenges that can waken your Root Chakra include travel, illness, financial problems, or anything else that threatens your sense of security.
An underactive root may manifest itself in weight gain, sluggishness, low self-esteem and worry..
Sings of an overactive Root Chakra include preoccupation with money and shopping, as well as an excessive need for control
Chakra # 7
Hyperactivity in this chakra manifests itself in over-intellectualism, delusions of grandeur, even psychosis. Signs of deficient energy are difficulty thinking for yourself, apathy, and spiritual disconnection.
$$ - Random fact about me.... After I graduated from high school, got my associates degree in paralegal studies and started working in a collection law firm down town. I worked there for 6 years.
Aussichten danach, wenn der Vorhang wieder auf ist.
Prospects thereafter, when the curtain is back on.
2010-01, Ich bin keine Pfeife, 126 x 95 cm, Acryl auf Hartplatte.
2010-01, I am not a pipe, 50 x 36 inch, acrylic on hardboard.
Im Deutschen bedeutet Pfeife auch Versager, Verlierer.
In German pipe also means a loser, a wash-out.
Mein Gemälde ist eine Anspielung auf das Bild von
Rene Magritte: Ceci n'est pas une pipe - Das ist keine Pfeife - this is not a pipe
My painting is an allusion to the image of Rene Magritte: Ceci n'est pas une pipe - This is not a pipe - Das ist keine Pfeife
Know your Exits
Emerging from the dim light of the underpass, where the city's heartbeat pulses faintly against the cold concrete, everyone seems lost in their thoughts. What paths lay ahead of you? This direction is not just a way out of my place of shadows and echoes but a chance to make an existential choice. Exits in my urban chasm are not merely roads and streets; they are the decisions that define me, the moments of truth where my very being is distilled into action.
As I ponder existence and essence, I question whether freedom of choice is the most authentic expression. My choice carves a path that leads me back to the same variant of existence, and I never seem to leave. What are the invisible threads that connect my choices to a predetermined destiny?
I take a step forward with a deep breath, embracing the uncertainty that ensures my return. Lost in the labyrinthine streets, shadowed alleys, and false exits, I promise myself liberation and self-discovery as I take the next step that could redefine me.
Blogger: www.jjfbbennett.com/2024/03/messages-under-bridge.html
Keywords
urban art, existentialism, street art, cityscapes, choice and consequence, introspective art, philosophy in art, meaning of life, finding your path
Not every journey leads toward someone else.
Sometimes the longest path is the one back to ourselves.
Part of the SEEN exhibition.
La vita è un insieme di avvenimenti, di cui l'ultimo potrebbe anche cambiare il senso di tutto l'insieme.
Italo Calvino
O SkyGarden era um parque radical localizado no Jardim Botânico da Universidade de Coimbra. O objetivo seria oferecer uma nova forma de explorar o jardim, promovendo atividades nas alturas. Todavia, encerrou definitivamente em outubro de 2016.
1991-04, Sie Wicht, Sie wichtiger, 300 x 230 cm, Kopiedruck auf Leinwand
1991-04, you little man, you are important, 300 x 230 cm, copy print on canvas
Dies ist nicht nur ein Wortspiel. Der Satz weist darauf hin, dass jeder Mensch und jedes Wesen, jeder Gegenstand auf der Erde wichtig ist, geachtet und anerkannt werden sollte. Ohne Rücksicht auf Aussehen, Religion, Volkszugehörigkeit, Reichtum. Die Erde selbst ist klein und so wichtig für uns kleine Menschen.
This is not just a play on words. The phrase indicates that every person and every creature, every object on Earth is important, should be respected and recognized. Regardless of appearance, religion, ethnicity, wealth, riches. The earth itself is small and so important for us little people.
1992-04, Not wendig, 126x95 cm, Acryl auf Hartplatte.
1992-04, Necessary, 50 x 36 inch, acrylic on hardboard.
Wissen Sie, dass
mein Zimmer als Überlebensmittel Not wendig ist?
Do you know, that
my room is necessary as a means of survival?
Mein Name ist Wolfram Zimmer, mein Zimmer bedeutet auch mein Raum, meine Arbeit, meine Kunst. Das mein Zimmer-Schild ist mein Signet.
My name is Wolfram Zimmer, my Zimmer designated my room, my work, my art. The Shield - mein Zimmer - is my logo.
Außerdem könnte mein Zimmer auch für jeden sein Zimmer bedeuten und seine Anstrengung zum Leben.
In addition, my room might mean for each his own room and his effort to live.
1939, a nameless man in a nameless city somewhere in Europe carries out his quiet, ordinary life. Once World War II is about to break, his hometown is no longer a safe place. Strange woodland landscapes slowly show up in his mind, till a point where dreams and reality merge into a reborn existence…
Visit the project : www.vincenzopisani.com/wald-photographer-rome
O SkyGarden era um parque radical localizado no Jardim Botânico da Universidade de Coimbra. O objetivo seria oferecer uma nova forma de explorar o jardim, promovendo atividades nas alturas. Todavia, encerrou definitivamente em outubro de 2016.
1992-05, Ganz wichtig, 126x95 cm, Acryl auf Hartplatte. Detail
1992-05, Very important, 50 x 36 inch, acrylic on hardboard. Detail
Wissen Sie, dass mein Zimmer zu finden mir ganz, ganz wichtig ist?
Do you know that to find mein Zimmer (my room, my art) to me, is very very important.
Hier wohnte damals meine Familie und ich.
Ich suchte zwar auch eine andere Wohnung, sollte umziehen,
war aber auch mit meiner Selbstfindung beschäftigt.
Here then my family and I lived.
While I was looking for also another apartment, should move, but was busy with my self-discovery.
1992-02, Kurz entschlossen, Kopiedruck auf Leinwand, vergrößertes Bild 250x175 cm
Ursprüngliches Gemälde - Original painting:
1992-02, Kurz entschlossen, 95 x 70 cm, Acryl auf Hartplatte.
1992-02, Short decided, 50x36 inch, acrylic on hardboard.
Nur im Notfall Glasscheiben einschlagen.
Unbefugten ist das Betrachten gestattet.
Only turn in an emergency glass panes.
Unauthorized viewing is allowed.
Mein Zimmer ist ja nicht nur auf mich bezogen. Es bedeutet ja auch den Hinweis auf Ihr eigenes Leben, Ihren Lebensraum, Ihr Zimmer. Ich öffne für Sie einen kleinen Einblick meiner Privatspäre und meiner Gedanken. Ich hoffe, wir treffen uns freundlich und verständnisvoll.
Mein Zimmer - My room is so not only in relation me. It means indeed a reference to your own life, your living space, your room. I open for you a glimpse of my privacy and my thoughts. I hope we will meet friendly and understanding.
Ich habe zu Hause eine kleine Emailschild-Sammlung mit Bildern aus der Zeit meist vor 1930. Ich habe hauptsächlich solche, die verwundet den 2. Weltkrieg und die Zeit danach überlebt haben. Als vorläufiges Vorbild ...
I have a small enamel sign collection with images from the time mostly before 1930. I mainly those which have wounded the 2nd World War and the time survived thereafter. The preliminary model ...
Testing the waters isn’t just about decisions—it’s about understanding what feels right. It’s the moment when uncertainty begins to clear, revealing whether a path excites, soothes, or unsettles.
In relationships, it means recognizing whether a connection truly aligns with your emotions. Do you feel safe, seen, and understood? Or is something holding you back? That quiet tug—whether pulling you closer or urging you away—speaks volumes.
Clarity doesn’t always arrive with certainty—it often comes in whispers, nudges, and quiet revelations. But when you truly listen, it tells you everything.
1992-05, Ganz wichtig, 126x95 cm, Acryl auf Hartplatte. Detail
1992-05, Very important, 50 x 36 inch, acrylic on hardboard. Detail
Wissen Sie, dass mein Zimmer zu finden mir ganz, ganz wichtig ist?
Do you know that to find mein Zimmer (my room, my art) to me, is very very important.
Außerdem könnte mein Zimmer auch für jeden sein Zimmer bedeuten und seine Anstrengung zum Leben.
In addition, my room might mean for each his own room and his effort to live.
Take my hand
You know I`ll be there
If you can I`ll cross the sky
For your love
Give you what I hold dear
Hold on, hold on tightly
Hold on, hold on tightly
Rise up, rise up
With wings like eagles
You`ll run, you`ll run
You`ll run and not grow weary
U2
My obsession with song lyrics continues. Cliche? Everyone does a photo like this, but not like mine! So, yeah, you may have noticed from some of my other pictures that I was born with this different right hand. I used to try to hide it. No more. It is part of who I am. I am used to the stares, the questions, the comments that people think I don't hear. The one thing that still bothers me is when I meet someone new. They enthusiastically stick out their hand (always the right) to shake. When I try to reciprocate, they either pull their hand back or grab me by the arm. Take my hand, dammit, it ain't gonna bite you!
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