Location: Germany
Arts has a lot of various expressions - I would like to extend the field to MY arts(life)style.
I am no classical studied artist, but arts and design are recurrent themes in my life. I am happy not to have been raised within the insular spheres of the arts university and/or designing institutes. Young artists are too influenced by what is called arts in whatever way and are pushed into what the articles consider to be "artistic"
They are neither entrapped nor fixed but too much of a canned-artist who I do not believe any development of artist qualities.
Those days I was un-conciously unprepared to get lost in the maze of arts scenes far away from some life and only to work for self proclaimed critics and adepts. I also disliked the idea being "productive" in the sense of having to earn my money with it.
I am an autodidact, selftaught artist who simply observes.
Life's great gift!
New subject matter in the sense of NeoSujetism® is the anxiety for beauty and for being aware of the most beautiful gift: Life in itself!
As our todays' world is fast-food-life, destroying greed for power, sensationalism, mistimed vanity, cruelty and disdain- NeoSujetism® wants to turn away from all of this.
But as nothing can exist without its opposite - ALL of this is an indespensable counterweight- even the hurts, the pain and all cruelty we have to face almost every day!
NeoSujetism® does noch approach to be the savior of the world. Not because it COULDN'T ( its all about the people anyway...)- but NeoSujetism® wants to learn and impart the fact that everything is needed ; but not for each and everyone. Balance is a key!
It is the stylistic device, the trick, ideology of nature
to clear away the old for the new,
to have the elders stepping back for the youngsters... make them grow.
to leave space for improvement, progress, development and for Being.
So... your own leaving is nothing to fear about or ..
to be scared of,
as it is more your assurance of being an important part within,
to have made a key contribution to Life as itself!
forever!
VANITY...
is the stylistic device, the trick, ideology of nature
to clear away the old for the new,
to have the elders stepping back for the youngsters... make them grow.
to leave space for improvement, progress, development and for Being.
So... your own leaving is nothing to fear about or ..
to be scared of,
as it is more your assurance of being an important part within,
to have made a key contribution to Life as itself!
forever!
LET ME BE WITH YOU!
Lift me and twist me.
Let me uprise with you - push me forward.
Push me and pull me to move.
Force me into movement - make me doin'.
Teach your flow to me, keep me cheering up, lift my arms for flying and teach me swaying.
Don't let me fall- do not leave - stay with me!
Let me know how to keep you, somewhat forever.
Show me your easiness, your gentle storms - take me with you and show me how to take you.
My Breath!
“Ameonus Mors | Beautiful Death”
LET GO...
- dive into eternity
- with all warmth of understanding and no unresolved questions
- all infinity
- all trust
- all consience
- consiencely without all suffering on earth
I cannot take you with me, it's not your time
Let me go, leave my side, I won' t be gone at all
... as I have lived ... I have lived with all of you!
RIDICULING ARTS BLOW
All elements in art, and paradoxically, ugliness, may it be seen as
- lack of technical and artistic skills of painters,
- color blasts on ridiculously huge canvases,
- infantile, goony scribbling on any materials,
- seemingly childish water color works , "artists"-proclaimed portraits,
- dull afternoon TV-Talkshow - audience' craving attention nude SM-paintings by evenly looking lady artists,
- half-baked non-artistically, lacking-skills brushstrokes,
- wires stacking in spoons named "Symbol of Love" ,
all in itself do play a very important role. Herakleitos once said: nothing can exist without its opposite.!
When will you stop being a bad-tasted, critics-lured, and arts-april-fooled member of the masses and start believeng that you HAVE A TASTE??
Hooray for real, skilled, pure artists who have the ART!!
“Construcción Del Ama De La Casa”
WHY
is he not...?
Because finally,... you have managed to talk about self-fulfilment
because finally,... or are believed to be stressed out,
finally, it is not only him talking about his hard day alone,
finally ... the exhausted breath for the sake of it has ONE reason... not only him... here on the couch...
together in knocking off - after YOU have tucked the children in.
finally... he could admire your work and take notice of your stress - the same way you always did...
But he is not... doing it!
Why not! - ? - Well, you have wanted it like this . your stress! And thats' the best thing you ever did!
REMEMBRANCE
waters of it are deep and dark,
black and cold, mean and violating, scaring and absurd.
High tide with hatred and unforgiving pride, because someone...
has done something unforgivable to us.
Chilling is the cold of conserved memory, which is hard to grow warm
on the sunlighten surface to have them all passed through - the loving and caring memory.
We are lucky, its only us...human beings... that way.
that we are not surrrounded by everlasting darkness,
not frozen in chilling cold,
no lack of air holds our breath...
that all the Others but mankind know about the devastation of non-forgiveness.
We are lucky to have the sun warming us, to have the sea calming down,
that we all are forgiven - by all of us around.
“HomoEconomicus / Irrationalis”
WHEN
children play, build and destroy houses,
push cars off track, paint and cut down papermoney,
tell the parts of you being king or jasper,
ask with dad, and claim with mom,
caught with nicking and sitting there crying ,
this is what you call : growin up!
How do you call it then the other way round?
Back to child(ish)hood or simply...economical crunch?
FULLY FED AND FED UP...
(of life) we simply tiring raise our heads...
if somewhere - for some reason - some men - at some place- cries some tears
and it somehow it doesn't matter...
But somehow it matters - if it turns to be some printed paper- and
somehow this some paper belongs to somewhat...us... !
But thank God - somewhere there is a child - running after some kite -
and this kid is somehow - somewhat happy!
Go(od) to know!
LET ME...
paint your picture... the portrait of my love for you!
The dome, the hideaway, your shelter...
representing your magnificence...
enduring and unique- like YOU are.
flooded with light- reflecting your divinity...
to lift and to light me up next (with) to you...
solid and tight- with vast room for your freedom...
always with the view to eternity...as eternal as you are...
but never be forgotten
how sensitive and breakable this is...
“Enduring Part I”
“Enduring Part II”
“Elementum Aero (Aura)”
“Ridiculing Arts Blow”
“Everlasting End of Humanity”
“Devastating”
“Portrait of my Love”
