Loggaa

Okay, a small explanation for everybody who don´t know what is a "Minesweeper": It´s an old computer game, which you played because it was pre-installed in windows. Maybe you know Solitaire? Yeah, this card game you played in the informatics lessons. Or Pinball, which was only created to kill your time till you find better free-time activities. But back to minesweeper: A big field where you could uncover boxes with clicking on them. If you are a unlucky person like me, your first field was a mine... and you lose directly, Or you clicked on a number which showed you, that a mine is somewhere in this area. Higher number means higher possibility to click on a mine. Per se really simple gameplay. I only was good to find the mines. This game was my first intensive contact with numbers. Still hating mathematics^^ Swear, give me a math task and somehow I step into a mine! "Jake bought 20 Tomatoes for 5€ and 7 potatoes for 1€. How many stars are at the sky?" Äh.. 1.200? Boom, wrong, Mines! The real question should be: Why Jake only buy vegetables? What this has to do with my art? I corrected the gameplay, there aren´t numbers anymore! But every field is full with colour-mines. No discussion, every area kill you with colours. If you think this is unfair... maybe^^ But I don´t torture you unnecessary with wrong hope. Right! The answer: Jake bought vegetables not for eating. He will visit a bad theater program.

With every single sentence I represent a small part of my complex mind. Sometimes you catch me in the right mood and i´m talking like a waterfall. Breathless changing the topic, faster than a chicken run without his head. From philosophy to hunting witches and Pirate insurance? No Problema! I know, I press always too much information in a small time interval, And I create more confusion with my speaking, than I give answers. But that is okay! Zebras are also really nize animals without Colours. Always standing around like they have no plan what they wanna do^^ I collected all 151 Pokemon in "Lets go Pikachu" and I´m proud on that. Still waiting Hogwarts! Where is my letter? An E-mail would be also okay. My pet would be a magical raccoon, wearing a small Slytherin-Jacket. They are born with a mask, of course they are bad guys! But cute as well. What all of this has to do with the picture? You don´t have to understand. Maybe you like the first impression... and the second and the third one, But to understand something or somebody you need more time and words, Than this small description can show you. The first impression isn´t enough.

I broke-in an abandoned house, because I saw from outside it was really dirty. I tidied it up and while I cleaned the ground I found a secret door under the carpet. Okay, you will get more information about the secret area, but first the Cleaning! Nobody wants coming home from holidays into a semi-dirty house, believe me. After starting the washing machine, filled with dirty carrots, i went back to this surprise door. There was a lock, but I found a weird looking key in the freezer while I mopped a chicken. The key fits, but instead of stairs something absorbed me into a strange 8-Bit world. I was really angry, because I forgot to feed the plants with marmalade. Hope they survive. Okay, I ran to the old tree with a face and asks how much glas cleaner costs here, But the Woodhead just talked about a legend, a princess and something about a curse. If I had my glas cleaner with me there would´t be a problem with a curse anymore. This blue cleaning liquid helps in every situation. Spray it on a pig, it transforms into a dog. The fastest way to come out of this low-graphic world would be to solve the story. But… someone done everything? Everywhere disabled monsters and empty treasure chests. I only found one heart, which was weird. It was really mad, that the hero didn´t find him. Yeah, this picture shows him. We are now friends. Still hanging around as a 8-Bit version.

This picture is a cartography of a bacteria city… maybe^^ Don´t believe germs don´t do kool shit just because they micro. They have to defend their town against the evil viruses, Which are always want to make ill party´s and weird stuff. It´s a little bit like an „Age of Empires“ Game, just much smaller. In a really strange way they are cute with their micro helmets, Riding on funny protozoans and trowing mutated mushrooms. Your body cells doing nearly the same if you become sick. Okay, okay. Maybe they are a little bit much more disciplined, And using better weapons. Swear, it would´t be nize for you, If they also use micro mushrooms…. or? I´m not sure, no biologist. In my phantasy they are using laser swords or biologic slingshots. While i created this artwork I became with every part more detailed. After finishing the third quarter, I had to overwork the first part again, Because it wasn´t the same level as the newest one. Too much details! Maybe it doesn´t look so special, but it was a time-mass-murder for me.

Ξ Loggaa ♦ Dimension fracture Ξ Я крокодил, крокожу и буду крокодить! If you are painting a little bit around wit neon and metallic acrylics, And suddenly! Bam Bam! You combined something with each other, That makes a break into another dimension! I had to be surprised, But I thought about a funny video, where pigeons played ping-pong. Some thoughts later I noticed how amazing this strange portal was! I warped all my bills into the dimension split, all problems solved ;) But something thrown them back to me. There were more bills now. Yes, other dimensions have money-kill-letters, too. Useful information. I would´t pay the new ones! Because I don´t have any Gelga-Coins! I´m so hard broke, even haven´t money at Pokemon lets go Pikachu! Swear, this game became for me to realistic. #NeedMoney4PikaFoodBought colourful Adidas Socks and my best friend wanted to eat them.Sorry, Bro! I will eat them completely alone! Because winter is coming!Recently this woodhead called me a panther-face! Heartless friendship!What? Ah, yes, yes! My dimensional portal problem! How I solved that? Thrown the bills back and put the painting behind a glass frame. Easily.

You can cover my eyes and let me somewhere in the world out, But I won´t see humanoid presence, just see people as smileys. My view is very distorted and not only because of my bad eyes, It is more because of my strange life and the abstract thinking. If somebody gets pulled on a skateboard by a herd of pink pigs, That makes more sense for me, than a full-time job in an office. Paper work without colours? With letters and numbers? No, thanks. But take the time to animate a twerking turkey? Okay, just do it. I don´t measure success in money. I see the things we leave here, After the last breathe and I learned how to create my own world. Remove the wheels of a skateboard and going out for sand boarding. All I need for grilling is some meat, a plant pot and aluminium foil. Overtime at work and hide emotions to rise up in a job? Never! But always full power investment to complete my pokedex Pay me in emotions and memories, I don´t need so much to eat. Everywhere where they hiding their real faces -  i just see Smileystan.

You don´t know how to move right for an awesome painting? Take a colour bottle in every hand and do the skibidi dance from Little Big. Maybe it helps. If not, I hope you recorded it for the world^^

Hypnosis therapy session doesn´t work? Nope, you wrong ;) You thought about something, that makes you happy. You should do it again! Or maybe do it the first time! Don´t let yourself being annoyed of words or texts! And maybe you forgot the smell, but definitely not the person, Which belongs to the smell. Time to visit/write this person. Don´t think too much about it. No mind blocker for our decisions! Because: The subconscious is our friend like a tomato with a friendly face.

See you later!…. Just a Joke. Hawkeye out! :D

Sol Tenebris just means "dark sun", not "black sun" as planned. I know I could it write this text much shorter, but it would be boring. P.s. don´t try to repair things with a rubber hammer!

Some people use the memory palace to learn facts, like the theories of Sigmund Freud, the different bones of a cat raccoon,or how much watermelons fit into a security room of a bank.(For the curious people: Minimum two watermelons).But... my mind is more structured like... ah... a forrest!Where it started, there it grows and defined his own structure.On the first view it´s a little bit confusing, like a building sketch of a drunken architect,But! With the time everything makes sense... or never!Okay, another structure could be an advantage for regain facts.Not the best solution that "teeth hygiene" and "harry potter information" are neighbors in my mind.Avada Kedavra dental calculus!For example: "The opposite of peace? Ehm... Hungry! No, wait! Illegal cockfights! Or...? What was the question?"The most people think straight, but my memories are connected like in the movie "Jumper":I saw it sometime, I can jump there every second. From the toilet to the ghost train and back to the strawberry field!No detours, just a unique mental road system.

It´s more a warning sign, than an artwork! So... stay away from the Triangulum! Keep your cats and uncles away from it, too! Except you want to let them disappear, then have fun, bro. (I heard they have a collecting camp for uncles and kitties in Switzerland, Where the cats can fishing and the uncles get more vodka, than they can drink. Maybe just kool for Russian uncles...)

Maybe you are thinking, that i´m creative and draw smileys from my mind...But! The truth is: I have under my couch a secret trap door to a funny country.I call it Smileystan! I don´t know the true name of this area, Because Smileys don´t use words, but they are able to have complete conversations with facial expressions.They can communicate about the theories of Immanuel Kant and René Descartes,And I don´t understand the difference between hungry and sad. So don´t judge me, that i wasn´t able to decode the real name of this Nation of Emotion.(They also read my expressions and thought the first time, that I offend them all the time. Sorry, that´s my basic expression...)I´m not so often there, because they hear the whole day country music,And i´m nearly never in the square dance mood. (Don´t try to change the music, they biting like sharks!)Another reason is that smileys want to get paid for modeling...With emotions! They absorb the them from my brain.As I said, not the best expression decoder, but I think they need them to create new Smileys.It´s a little bit strange when they take my emotions, But no problem! They take all feelings, so I´m some days completely indifferent.Has definitely advantages! This country music is much easier to tolerate..........Yeehaw!

One moment of inattention and my heart fled into the art.Puting the strangeness in this statement for some seconds by the side.I never planned to be an artist. Okay, partially.Since I´m 10 years old I wanted to create music.And yes, my heart still beats in BPM, but only as a fan.I just studied art, because I had no plan in my life.Of course I liked the Art lessons at school. Who doesn´t liked it?^^And because of my hyperactive being I drew on every of my notebooks.(It helped me to concentrate and to shut up my mouth in the classes^^)Sometimes I created pictures, but just for fun. Nothing serious. As I had to present an application folder for the college test,I Painted some canvas art... incidental. A little bit heartless.(The most time I was drunk and on partys with my friends)But after it was safe with college, I painted one more.I heard a song about art/graffiti and it was the inspiration for my new work."Because we destroy your gray, ink in the blood, adrenalin, I surf your train, what want you do? I paint the world how i like it"On this picture was the first version of this heart.It was a part of the line: "My <3 beats in BPM" in a graffiti style.Okay, okay, not really graffiti. It was the basic version of my style :DIt was the first picture, where I thought it was really good :DI saw first time my own potential and the proud level was over 9000.But in this song was another line:"what's left of you except an account with few cents,but i draw the world how i like it!"One day my heart will stop beating, but I leave more that just dirt and bones ;)Yes, one moment of inattention and my heart fled into the art.Now I destroy your gray and kill you with colours,And creating Art with the last love i have inside my Heart! :DBring me a train! I wanna surf it, bro!

Don´t think i´m paranoid, but I think my pen uses secretly hypnosis!If you look longer on this artwork, you will lose your concentration…Or in the worst case: your balance! Because somebody around you thinks it´s funny to kick you from the chair or wherever you sit on. You also can stand or go forward, but the probability is increasing, that you run against a giraffe. I´m not saying, that it will happen, just that people rarely crash into giant animals, if they sitting.Separately every form in this pic looks like smoke or something, which could swim in a lava lamp. But! As I leaned back in my office chair (it has wheels, you can´t throw me down from it!) and looked from farther away… This art-piece looked much more stressful.I would wish working would have the same effect, but mostly as nearer I´m to my work, as more stressful the whole thing become.There are no giraffes on my work! How should I relax?So, I become hypnotized by my pen to get into a subconscious mode.Just moving smooth over the paper with black colour and thinking about how laborious it could be to put a funny hat on a giraffe head without a ladder. It would be senseless to have this animals on work without a headgear! I never would know, which giraffe is now mine and which could be a spy in a long-neck-costume, who wants information about pancake-technology. Don´t waste your time, bro!I won´t talk with anyone about the revolution of pancakes, even with my imaginary giraffe! Because I forget it!Haha! You didn´t expect that i´m an Idiot!Now it´s time to let me hypnotized myself by my pen. Visiting my subconscious.This is the only safe place for my secrets!For example the plans for my pancake-bot 2.0

Notice to myself: Buy more bread you idiot! I ordered a 90x-package yum yum noodles for bad times...

Maybe somebody knows somebody, who can kidnap Rednose-Rudolph, Just as a Plan B, if this connection-theory doesn´t work. Yeah, I really want a Raccoon!... Or the Paintball-Gun!