I had coffee on the couch this morning and read a name (John Heartfield) in a tweet and remembered that I had read about him a long time ago and ended up reading his Wikipedia page and for some reason, I felt like I wanted to write some stream of consciousness (poetry?) and share some artwork and art with it. Feel free to leave a comment about my words, the Wikipedia entry, his work, etc. Have a nice weekend everyone! A heart’s field. Hearts are weird and funny and interesting creatures Open and wide and inviting Soft and warm and cosy A room can light up when one enters it Warm and soft to touch Grieving, longing, loving, hating Warmig and softening other hearts They can be hard as steel, closed shut and impenetrable Heartfelt greetings, hugs, condolences Cold and cruel, wounding other hearts The loneliest or the busiest of places A field in which to grow love, passion, hate and a lot of or no fucks at all My heart is a diamond Hearts can be stolen, given, kept, shared Have you ever eaten one? Traveling with a light heart and a spring in one’s step The Heartland of America, of democracy, of fear. Fearful hearts are dangerous things Wikipedia – John Heartfield Graphik Magazin – John Heartfield
The sun had barely made it through the thick fog today. Its golden rays fought their way through the autumn fog, turning the world into a golden autumn wonderland. Not for him, he stared into his reflection in the black mirror. He sighed. He was getting his tan during a weekly appointment at one of these luxurious spas that take male clients. He did not want random sunlight to touch his spray-tanned skin. He slid into his winter coat, pulled it’s hood over his head and reached into his pocket. After all, the black mirror didn’t care whether he was wearing sunglasses or not.