anika krbetschek
anika krbetschek

andromeda and the screaming bird

performance dou with laura korinth

Getting our artistic Freedom back through Performance Art
Uhr-Aufführung “Ich will!” as Brides of Art 07/08/21

@andromeda_screamingbird

 

screaming bird

Loud and yet so quiet.
Always searching, finally found a grain.
Fresh and yet trash.
Shouting whispering, screaming silent.
Colorful in the sun. Lingering in the shadows, laughing.
Loudly bullying, whimsically sophisticated.
Colors shimmer colorfully, blurred in warm autumn colors, mute.

andromeda

is the transcendent between the galaxy and the earth on which most of us live and the mythology from the minds of bygone times.
It is spiritual, physical and metaphysical.
She is romance and physics and life.
It shows us the compatibility of the incompatible.
It is misunderstood and yet so logical.
Not tangible and that is what makes it existent. Untouchably touching.
It is the sacrifice to the worldly. The ones who gave up their chance in the great void to connect with the believed and seen.
She is the nightingale trying to color all the roses in the world with her own heart's blood.

andromeda and the screaming bird

performance dou with laura korinth

Getting our artistic Freedom back through Performance Art
Uhr-Aufführung “Ich will!” as Brides of Art 07/08/21

@andromeda_screamingbird

 

screaming bird

Loud and yet so quiet.
Always searching, finally found a grain.
Fresh and yet trash.
Shouting whispering, screaming silent.
Colorful in the sun. Lingering in the shadows, laughing.
Loudly bullying, whimsically sophisticated.
Colors shimmer colorfully, blurred in warm autumn colors, mute.

andromeda

is the transcendent between the galaxy and the earth on which most of us live and the mythology from the minds of bygone times.
It is spiritual, physical and metaphysical.
She is romance and physics and life.
It shows us the compatibility of the incompatible.
It is misunderstood and yet so logical.
Not tangible and that is what makes it existent. Untouchably touching.
It is the sacrifice to the worldly. The ones who gave up their chance in the great void to connect with the believed and seen.
She is the nightingale trying to color all the roses in the world with her own heart's blood.