I was just scrolling through the pictures taken during the past few weeks with the hope that something will catch not only my eyes but will also help to make the words flow. Sometimes I just can’t stand the silence and other times it is the only thing I’m longing for. I was feeling sad and detached yesterday, a little bit overwhelmed by old memories and feelings, almost desperately searching words and still failing. Sometimes it just doesn’t matter how hard you try, it simply seems not to be right. Today was somewhat worse as there was more space to let it be, the slowly swelling tide finally reaching the limit and crushing down on me. It leaves me exhausted but not broken as there always seems to happen some good things at the same time, in a world full of changes and little pleasures. So, when I settled down on my sofa with the notebook on my knees looking at pictures I stumbled over some experimental shots and even though I really liked them as they were, I couldn’t help myself and started to play around with them after the first edit. The results rather look like crude paintings than photographs, simple but also a bit crazy, painting with the camera and changing reality. I like that a lot.