Florian Nitsch

My exploration of the debris

that surrounds us snakes through

sandy ashes of possible histories,

dialogs with a nervous present,

asks to be born into a new future.

And we need it now,

apocalypse then.

Drawing – uncontrolled but refined –

pulsates in a restless process,

lines lurch in a loop.

Words whisper loudly,

remnants of reality cascade,

show a world in fragments.

Analysis of people, analysis of myself.

Emotional crash and bang synesthesia

open up the gates,

visual tectonics shift a watery post-pangea.

I set fire to the old ways of thinking

and bash in the windows of my own

rising discomfort.

Always on new grounds –

same as the old grounds.

Camae Ayewa / Florian Nitsch 2022