#selfpainting

Manche Shootings vergisst man nicht. Nicht, weil alles glatt lief – sondern weil man sich ganz hineingibt. In die Idee. In das Wasser. In das Unerwartete. Vor Kurzem bin ich noch einmal tief abgetaucht – im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes. Gemeinsam mit dem Fotografen Heiko Herrmann (Lofote) durfte ich in einem riesigen Wassertank in Heidelberg eine Serie umsetzen, die für mich wie ein…

In a language that touches the soul,

Thoughts pour forth, quiet and whole.

The dice have fallen, the game's at an end,

Looking back, through time and space, around the bend.

If I were young again, oh, what would be different this time?

Would I walk the same path, or follow a new rhyme?

Each choice, a path in life's intricate lace,

Each step, a part of my own embrace.

Years flow like water in a stream,

Each joy, each pain, a heartfelt dream.

Had I known what fate would bring,

Would I have stayed silent, or chosen to sing?

Yet time, a cunning thief so sly,

Steals moments softly, without a cry.

Youthful dreams, so vibrant and wild,

Now just memories, tender and mild.

In the quiet of the moment, in the depth of night,

I see that life, in its own right, is a beautiful sight.

The dice have fallen, yes, it's true,