I hear people ask „Isn‘t it enough already?!“ when it comes to demonstrating for LGBTQ+ rights… they see waving rainbow flags on tv and men in make up and forget that they are living in a very privileged position. Many of our brothers and sisters all over the world are not able to be as …
I am telling lies to reveal the truth. Like Picasso said „We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.“
We carry each other. My nieces and nephews teach me day by day, what it means to show up – vulnerable and clueless as we all are in the face of this mystery called „Life“. I don‘t want to hide behind smart sounding masks and costumes of culture and convention. They remind me why i …
On a walk through the nearest graveyard of my city i had to stop in front of this angel sculpture. From afar it looked like any other sculpture of it‘s kind but as i came closer i realized how deteriorated it was. Fading gold and a crumbling body. The century of guarding his grave wounded …
Sometimes i don’t feel like myself. Most of the time it is because i look for myself in places i already have departed from – i look for who i remember myself to be rather than for the More that i have become. I now come to terms with the continual expansion of it all. …
Everything is alive. All matter consists of vibrating energy forming atoms, molecules, cells and bodies. Seemingly solid structures observed over centuries turn out to be morphing, living and breathing entities: Forests turn out to be the lungs of the planet. Oceans rise and fall like the chest of a sleeping giant. Sand gets carried by …
They all try to be famous like the cover of a magazine: Popular, but flat and shallow. If i would want to be famous, i’d want to be famous like air is famous. It is invisible but still embracing you from every side. You can‘t quite grasp it, but you watch it in the breath …
Life is strange – Some arrive. Some leave. And most of us are somewhere in between. We are the travelers. Playing the finite game of our one life and the infinite game of Life itself. I wont waste one more day to lovelessness. Every breath i take shall be a celebration of the journey. For …
Your dream is not asking much of you. It is the world that is in a hurry. Have mercy. Be gentle with yourself. When you accept the smallness of what is asked of you today, you are finally moving slowly but surely towards the greatness of your tomorrow. Love, Raphael
„THE BOOK, THAT IS ALLOWED TO BE, WHAT IT WANTS TO BE“ Yes, exactly. This is how i invite the mysteries of inspiration into my life: With a cheesy notebook title. But guess what – it works. This title reminds me (and the creative forces of the universe) that here nothing is off limits and …
