That’s what wealth is, he realized:
To live in a house where all the tools of living are out of sight. (O.Vuong)
What would be more explanation than my frazzled nerves. I see the pics now on the phone. First one, right in the hallway. Where is the focus? Is there? I stretch. The cup next to me could tip over, coffee spilling onto the new floor. But hey, its coating is supposed to hold up even outdoors or on oil pans. I can feel my core. It hasn’t had any workout for a while now. But it has been strained by clearing operations.
Some pics aren’t even really straight. Wohnenwollen.
The three always identical colors in the paintings shift a lot already in the documentation.
Wet paint on reflective fabric and glossy stretch material.
Well captured.
Flowers in boxes
Wohnmaschine
The attributes
Raufaser, tiles, wall switch
Painting instead of living:
Cosmic moods lead the selection specific tubes of paint
The same for everyone, and the same to the same
Head without order, Keinmerica
Fully in transformation
Fully toward tragedy
Now there’s
No prattle anymore
Vor Buchholz
In Duppach
It all seemed to happen very fast, how we got through that. How we poked around in a fragile past. Taking a step into murk without sinking. Coming across something that just feels right. Because I know how it could also go. What on earth went wrong this time? Especially for this one, I would have needed the full extent of your ability. Scharfe Zähne.
Looking back Extremely strong Extremely pure
It’s murky
It’s overcast
The rigid back, a tent of obstinacy from Buch.
The open end was predictable.
Now it shines. The sun.
Cactus, foil, dust
Did you think I wouldn’t see that?
These are unmistakable colors and shapes.
Where’s the strategy?
Now, let the carbohydrates take effect for a moment.
When togetherness kills the thinking.
Press the call button.