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Sitting in my little boat
on the sea of resonance
searching for treasures
COLORS + WORDS + MUSIC

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#inkdrawing #neonforever by @labarcadiari

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14 days ago

VERSCHENKT Tochter (06/26)

Tochter. Sieben Buchstaben.

Und doch das ganze Alphabet des Vorangegangenen. by @labarcadiari

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14 days ago

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15 days ago

VERKAUFT Kern (06/26)

Morsezeichen, Funksignale. In jedem Ding, eingefangenes Licht. Festes, klares Leben mit dieser einen Batterie, die alles versorgt.

Was für eine ungeheuerliche Kraft liegt in dieser verlässlichen Quelle. Diamanten und Gold halten die Welt als wäre sie eingefasst in einer Krone. by @labarcadiari

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VERKAUFT Passanten (06/26)

Wenn sich alle Schichten aufeinander legen und verschwimmen, ohne, dass du zu stolpern beginnst.

Es rauscht die Welt an dir vorbei und durch dich hindurch, wie innerer Sturm und Regenschauer.

Ganz unten sind immer zwei Füsse, die dich halten. Immer Erde. Immer dieser erste Trost.

Alles tobt. Welt zieht ihre Bahnen. Und du stehst und bleibst. by @labarcadiari

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#theartofmakingabreak by @labarcadiari

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21 days ago

Again. I am living the dream. Always with my lord fan behind me. by @labarcadiari

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2 months ago

Mosaic piece on the other side of my nest. by @labarcadiari

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2 months ago

Finally ready. One side of my beautiful nest. Totally in love with it and glad to have it. by @labarcadiari

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#followthewhiterabbit by @labarcadiari

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VERSCHENKT "DER KUSS" (06/26)

Some people grow very close to each other, even when they are miles apart. Even when you cannot see them, they grow beside you, as if there were roots beneath the earth, connected and always touching.

Two sides, and a space in between where bridges can be built. Where kisses can be given. Where letters can be written.

And when you finally see each other again, a whole sea pours out. Recognition. Reconnecting. Gathering children and sitting together around an old radio, listening to music, singing. Moving your legs because there is nothing else to do.

The big, simple joy of painting hearts pink. And later, when you grow older, wrapping them in gold and giving them away again. by @labarcadiari

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