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=âwave poolâ ; original images drawn with ink, heavily distorted with effects
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Wellenbad
=âwave poolâ ; original images drawn with ink, heavily distorted with effects

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Baumstrudel
=âtree whirlâ ; black ink and brushes
on DeviantArt: http://fav.me/ddfbx83
Superiority
black ink, quill and brushes on DeviantArt: http://fav.me/ddea019
There really isn't much more to it, just a painting inspired by an interesting lady.
on DeviantArt: http://fav.me/dd7wmd1
Bald ist es Zeit
=âsoon itâs timeâ
A first try in using (water) colours besides black ink. Inspired by r/FearMe.
on DeviantArt in higher resolution: http://fav.me/dd306jf and http://fav.me/dd308ns

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Ăberall
="everywhere"; black inc, quill and brushes on DeviantArt: http://fav.me/dd0fts9
Ein Licht
="a light"; black inc, quill and brushes
on DeviantArt: http://fav.me/dd0fqje
Tintenstrudel
="ink whirl"; black ink, quill and brushes
On DeviantArt: http://fav.me/dcx2hlv
This is it. I wonât make it. I wonât last until spring. And I feel guilt for how I misshaped the world, but I just ⌠feel like Iâm stuck in a tunnel.
- clip from âYuki Yuna is a Heroâ with slightly changed monologue
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Gib dich hin, gib dich auf
loosely translatable to "give yourself to me, leave yourself behind" based on this one here: fav.me/da47bwz

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âNordbaumâ (black inc, quill and brushes)
RĂźckblick, RĂźckfall? ( =retrospect, relapse?)
Lyrics are from Funeral Diner (I was the sword) and Hatebreed (In ashes they shall reap).
âGezeichnetâ (=âmarkedâ)
No more than myself
sometimes i want to be cute so i think of myself as fragile and light-hearted. Sometimes I want to be Tough so I walk as if Iâd consist of 80 kilogram of pure muscles mass.
But in the end I am neither. I guess Iâm stuck with being myself.

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Just a really dumb pun originating in my obsession with moai statues in sid meierâs civilizations V.
I think, therefore what is me?
We is not we. Itâs just, the âIâ is the thing we know best. Do you remember the times someone asked you about yourself, about your perception, about your memories? It starts a mechanism: getting the measure of yourself.
We tend to speak out of estimation more then we do out of actual self-experience. Of course we see what our eyes tell us, we hear what our ears tell us. Nevertheless we are spectators of our self.
When someone asks me about how i am, it throws me from reality into the role of an observer. And I begin to question how I am without coming to an conclusion; everything feels too blurry.
Instead itâs an illusion to think we are inside of us besides the above. What we see from this world is just the front row perspective of a show.
Conciousness is not bound to existence, it fills the endless space.
(Please take that as a thought, it is not my personal belief. It is one possibilty besides many others and it is a pretty fatalistic one.)
Wir sind nicht wir, wir kennen uns selbst nur besonders gut. Das zeigt sich immer dann, wenn dich jemand nach dir selbst fragt, wie du etwas wahrgenommen hast, wie du dich an etwas erinnerst. Immer dann beginnt ein Mechanismus, der sich darum dreht, dich selbst einzuschätzen.
Selten erzählen wir aus wirklicher Eigenerfahrung. Natßrlich nehmen wir wahr, was unsere Augen sehen, was unsere Ohren hÜren. Aber trotzdem sind wir nur Beobachter unseres Selbst.
Wenn ich gefragt werde, wie ich mich gerade fĂźhle, reiĂt es mich automatisch aus der Realität in eine Beobachterrolle und ich frage mich ernsthaft, wie es mir gerade geht. Ohne, dass ich auf eine klare Antwort käme, es fĂźhlt sich alles zu verschwommen an.
Dabei ist es eine illusion, dass wir auĂerhalb dieses Zustandes in uns wären. Stattdessen nehmen wir alles nur sehr "echt" aus dieser Beobachterposition wahr.
Das Bewusstsein ist nicht an die Existenz gebunden, es fĂźllt den endlosen Raum.