I’m air, I’m a Libra.

I have a double soul and as such, I split myself in two “MEs” which like to reflect themselves as in a mirror; they are one constantly in balance with each other. We are wings floating free in the air, like butterflies. But there is always someone who wants to tie and cage them. Clipping my wings of creativity, where I invent my personal way of flying in and out of my world, in and out of myself. Blocking and nailing them, stopping their physical and mental flight, dominating and tying them, impeding the expression of their own uniqueness. With needles that paralyze and a thread holding them down; a blood red thread; red like my passion for my creative freedom; red like a danger-sign warning us to not lose our individuality in this standardized world.

 

To fly: movement of winged animals; I say to myself “we are animals”; did we actually have wings?

Feather: lightness of the spirit, freedom.

 

Give me back my wings, and let me fly. A red thread; red as blood, as passion, as anger. Tied one to the other, forever.

A collection of myself, representing my different “MEs”.

Thought

Word

Expression

Movement

Creativity

A series of art pieces representing “me” with my wings; a “me” butterfly; a “me” tied, nailed down, pinned, blocked in a wunderkammer under a glass case, framed, displayed as a trophy. A caged prey, a free and reasoning soul, creative and maverick, blocked by the system. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, forever and ever. As if in a wunderkammer – a room of wonders – in a glass case as a rare butterfly.