Near by me
A graphic Novel, 68 pages, year 2011 (unpublished)
There are talks, poems and drawings. I wrote letters to Goethe. He answerd in my head, so we talked about love and poems. After some times the contact go slowly away. So I try it with Beckett, in English, but there was no answer any way. Okay I try it with Brecht. Oh my dear, he is only looking, that´s not enough. I go back to Goethe, but all the years have make him crumling. So I send him back for ever and ever. Now I draw my first little comic: "Stress of Relationship". O what a hell, so many work to do and all the time these old Brecht is always looking. Why? I don´t know. Okay it´s time to talk with myself. Oh, what a crazy thing.......
A graphic Novel, 68 pages, year 2011 (unpublished)
There are talks, poems and drawings. I wrote letters to Goethe. He answerd in my head, so we talked about love and poems. After some times the contact go slowly away. So I try it with Beckett, in English, but there was no answer any way. Okay I try it with Brecht. Oh my dear, he is only looking, that´s not enough. I go back to Goethe, but all the years have make him crumling. So I send him back for ever and ever. Now I draw my first little comic: "Stress of Relationship". O what a hell, so many work to do and all the time these old Brecht is always looking. Why? I don´t know. Okay it´s time to talk with myself. Oh, what a crazy thing.......
Nah bei mir
Im gläsernen Labyrinth
Graphic Novel ,68 Seiten, Entstehungsjahr 2011 (unveröffentlicht)
Die Graphic Novel besteht aus Texten, Gedichten und Zeichnungen. Beginnt mit Gesprächen über Liebe und Lyrik in Briefform an Goethe. Als seine Antworten seltener werden, wende ich mich an Beckett auf Englisch. Keine Antwort ist auch eine. Na gut, dann wird es eben Brecht, der schaut nur stumm zu, bleibt Goethe. Die Jahrhunderte haben ihn mürbe gemacht, der Kontakt wird zu nehmend bröseliger. Schicke ihn in die Ewigkeit zurück. Raffe mich auf zum ersten kleinen Comic: Beziehungsstress. Völlig geschafft von der Anstrengung glotzt dieser Brecht unentwegt. Warum? Keine Ahnung. Na dann, Selbstgespräche tun es auch. Schluss...Aus... Ende...