2009
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leave, left, leaving, kept. heart, bones, love and a multiple threat. willingness, no bill is less, charity, who cares for me? agony, then we may see, having is no bless, but the creation of a mess.
selling my future enjoying the ride including my behaviour into their way of dealing with life. the drama isn t what is lost but what starts reaching my own thoughts that now without a lense my perspectives my expense. I sold my future lost my pride I gave in and didn t fight but neither and nor at all I don t feel small. seeking a new guide to finally save what is left to hide.
no drama panorama 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on cotton 150 x 120 cm
together we are lonely so let us break out establish the coma-free dance, laugh and shout. dreamy but conscious horny and glad so evil and again happy the worst dream he had. all and soon nothing again nothing at all dizzy and sober running away from us all. fishing in the sky all birds flying too high the need for a plane let s him reach ground again.
obsernation 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 150 x 120 cm
paradiso at night teenagers oh so filled with pride I m rocking around that scenery dizzy of all those drinks in me catching something with my eyes seems like this girl is gonna rise. not looking forward neither back stuck in that second she is remaining in my head. down under my heart beating like a thunder our brains floating away me sure that I m going to stay frightened of my home far away.
linked 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 150 x 120 cm
no inspiration mental toxication everybody seems to just beeing patient and the only breach our satisfaction of secondary needs. if conscious or not in their heads their only god true or honestly spoken excluding the ones officially broken: it s a circle so be glad there is an enemy in all of our heads pure exaggeration leading some damnation one floor and a bunge of bound variations.
it s a circle 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 100 x 60 cm
run baby run it is allabout fun! he saw her the girl still sitting there remaining where both used to swear. let us run to the truth seek it and if we find we will never again rewind. but is there truth at all her last call already teardrops fall. isn t it allabout individuality through everybody s eyes a different scenery? no, baby, no don t think so much you re far too slow. this is great reality so watch the left the same as the right you alone are to lead your life.
didn t she tell 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 100 x 60 cm
he would like to buy money got plenty of time he would like to buy money giving emotions away for the signed. he grinns and then moans your money is too cheap for my bones satisfactory might be gold all possibilities are sold.
red against green 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 80 x 50 cm
just the moment I told you wanna hold you and fold you to keep you in my pocket while being exposed to emotional rockets.
exposed 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 60 x 100 cm
trees are twindling up and down and the wind pond, pound, pound my heart fooling around. anxiety all over me respecting this beautifull scenery and as I feel that weak and small at the same time me mentally so tall. inbetween billions called humanity my place nothing special should be never deciding over others destiny this my one life philosophy.
fragmentary existing 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 100 x 60 cm
I just never wanted to I found in you we lost the new. you always prayed your truth I felt so nude now I wish I could... write a song take it on my tongue become a singalong. fast or slow this our show a comeback of the sane our tunes for your game.
behead the beauty 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 100 x 60 cm
easily we deny as the birds we want to fly hardly ever we accept our truth stays in our heads. I m pretty sure that she lied can t spot a little piece of pride in her eyes hardly ever she accepts her truth in her head. so come and join the beauty ride this movement for those still being denied. never stop joining our beauty ride every day we receive our guide so come and join the beauty ride a moving alternative to that guide. ever since that she s gone I realized that my love has grown by the way I didn t pay the price for her to stay. so always welcome the big big lie spread your wings and continue your flight.
chess the beauty 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 100 x 60 cm
it is allabout direction colour through light and its reflection. let s flow in a row and silently it will show emotions that count within any sound within possible pictures criteria with which one may differ. the understatement and its truth being is not allabout being amused.
less happier 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 150 x 120 cm
it s a shitload of hope and I m not gonna cope. thousands of beans in my throat so I can t even cope. even if I wanted if I was haunted all cooperation ends up in disadvantage.
reduced 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 120 x 150 cm
I sit and I trick in my room and I m sick I come without to run I wait while believing in faith. It s the story that counts the lonely heart that still pounds it is this what you will get if you act as if you wouldn t ever regret. she saw him today he looked pretty and gay it is the fashion that counts enjoy big beats and fast sounds. now reaching the fact what is true and what we had as we all do we won t find let s call us the unkind.
the unkind 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 50 x 90 cm
what you see is what you hear what you feel, then, what you were told keeping a generation on hold. there is a frame for our game and continuously we blame we are not treating ourselves the same. to eat what is already on the plate and read things that cause hate then watch it all in motion fed up by our own caution.
piecefull 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 150 x 120 cm
to capture a moment in someboby s life spreading its power let s me feel alive. if sadness, gladness or not caring at all any honesty declared to be gold those highly personal feelings that keep on telling us more more than one can ever read my puzzle a blank sheet erased by all of those needs. I want you to feel the energy spread by those that emotionally once caught me making me work for their sake I believed that there was something that they immediately would have had to say.
we 2009 paper, acrylic and oil crayons on canvas 120 x 150 cm