| C O M P O S I T I O N O F A H A L F D R E A M
...butterfly wing, acrylic on cardboard
It's been quite a while since I've started to ask serious
questions about life. Where are we from, what are we supposed
to become and why are we here?
Some may call it philosophy, but it has become
much more to me. Everything I start, every human I meet,
and everything surrounding me must be questioned.
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Sweet child in time you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad.
T O S C A T T E R
... acrylic on cardboard
After I dive more and more into thoughts about myself and life,
I start to feel an unbreakable melancholy rising in me.
To be seen in my art, the world seems to be an place full of pain, death
and foolish people who don't even try to open their eyes.
Only now I feel to have an answer against my growing hate
and resignation towards despair.
I have to find my inner balance, to resist negative influences
and be able to continue my life with open eyes for beauty,
anchored in people, art, music and nature.
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I would start to drool if you hand me some letters, paper-scraps
or books stained by sediment and rusty water. I collect rusted papery things.
J E S T E R S A L W A Y S S M I L E
...acrylic on cardboard
The only answer to any sense of an human life, is love. Love is both,
origin and sense of itself. If you give love towards people you meet
and things you do or see, you'll never fail and don't need any
universal moral rule. Love is understandable for everybody
and is the only logical answer towards hate. This will be my
manifesto in life, and to learn the true essence of it, my goal.
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It's the voice within, the little jester sitting on your shoulder.
Sure you know him...
I N Y O U R G A R D E N
...dry flower, acrylic on cardboard
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young.
In a world of magnets and miracles. Our thoughts strayed constantly
and without boundary. The ringing of the division bell had begun.
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I love the smell of old books. To find 100 year old pencil scribbles
inside an envelope is treasure for me. I often go inside abandoned buildings
just to feel the breath of long gone things telling me their story.
Namaste'
~Johannes~
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© Johannes Amm, 2005 All Rights Reserved
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