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verses, unsung
unsung verses
of the promised touch
a scent not yet recognized and
the words I am still searching for.
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.
ice cold stories
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.
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!
You can find more pictures of ice cold stories in this flickr-set.