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,
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
Always on new grounds –
same as the old grounds.
Camae Ayewa / Florian Nitsch 2022