verses, unsung

verses, unsung. concrete, wax, dried blossoms, teabags and other material. Ines Seidel

unsung verses

of the promised touch

a scent not yet recognized and

the words I am still searching for.

verses, unsung. Ines Seidel
verses, unsung. ca. 28 x 13 x 3 cm in a row.
concrete with paint and a transferred photograph of my hand
found dry blossoms in candle wax,
teabags with handwriting, wax and yarn.
Additional pictures at flickr here and here.
Verse, ungesungen. (Ausschnitt) Ines Seidel

ice cold stories

meeting of two cold stories - Ines Seidel

Your frosty smile –
maybe the tip of an iceberg that is melting.
Because
it can only be cool, the invitation
to follow the trace of your mammoth.

stories of the mammoth - Ines Seidel
After I have been conserving stories in wax I naturally moved to ice. Frozen water immediately starts melting at room temperature – that fits very well to the stories that are also constantly changing their state. Keeping memories frozen must cost a lot of energy!
book in ice - Ines Seidel
You can find more pictures of ice cold stories in this flickr-set.
ice cold story by Ines Seidel