The CollagesSerie 1

My comments may seem awkward every nowand then. But that is just because i carry tons ofmemories that are not from this plane ofexistence. I tend to spread them in whateverworld i walk and sometimes they end up aspictures in the wrong one. I am at ease withthat, it marks my trail and maybe, just maybe,you dare to follow me on my endless journey inthe Otherworld. Now, at last, the first serie isready to launch. I won't publish everything, yet,but just some examples of only the collages andsome small samples of the story text. Thecollages will be part of a big comic-like projectthat will be published when it's ready. I will tellyou more about it later. Meanwhile the collageswil be for sale in our web shop as photoprints.onhigh quality paper. The whole project is calledOtherworld and will be published in parts. Nowbe ready for the first part that contains 10collages, the next 10 days I will publish at leastone collage and make it available in the webshop. I hope you enjoy this glance into theOtherworld.

When she embraced him

he was her Universe.

He was so enlightened,

he contained it all.

She knew he wasn't just a man,

or everything at all.

The lemming Tree People

The lemming tree people were panicking oncemore. They were already agitated because of thewoodpecker plague that was ruining theircommunity. They expelled the woodpeckers andall seemed quiet and peaceful until the forestersstarted the Great Fire in the plaines resulting ina stampede of running lemming trees. They ranaway from the flames, fleeing their orchards andlover lanes. Holding up their precious twigs,leaves and fruits they charged downhill towardthe steep ravine.. The woodpeckers chuckeled indelight. Because of their beaks they couldn'tsmile, though many of them winked an eye toeach other.

Deep down in the dungeons of Captain Iglo'sfrozen Fishfinger Castle the girls were waitingfor the Great Captain's approval to enter theMain Hall. The twin brides were burning withdesire with the Great Captains red snapper intheir hands. The captain however wasn't hungry,sitting in his ice cold throne he lost his appetiteworrying over the migration of the tree peopleand how this would affect the whale war he wasfighting with the Yakusi sisters.He didn't trustthe Yakusis in spite of their peace offer ; abarrel of fresh ice tea.

Amidst the cries of lost sailor's souls andseagulls alike, She stood there in the stormysand dunes her hair and lantern waving in therithem of the ocean swell. Horizon ships slowlypassed and none responded to the lantern thatkept flashing; Home! Home! Maybe he forgotabout her, maybe he was there in the lost soul'sseagull cry. Angrily disappointed she threw thelantern in the cruel sea. Deep down in the murkywaters whales assembled around the lantern thatbubbled ; Home ! Home!

The Yakusi sisters were having their traditionalgreen tea. Yes, it took forever to brew this greenshit, not to mention the serving and nippingand.... Well, anyway when they were done thestorm season had passed and the tree peoplewere launching their home build whales to setsail for the promised land. The Yakusi sistersknew that this was the time to start the big hunt.They were pissed that they had to hurry theirtea-ceremony and this anger was taken to thehunt. They embarked their fast and furiousgunships and started the pursuit of the heavyloaded whale ships. Meanwhile a shanty choirwas singing "Shiver me timbers" which wasnerve wracking the treepeople.

Tally-ho, Tally-ho !! Forward she cried to theLight Mushroom Brigade ; Let's free the treepeople from the tyranny of the woodpeckers andforesters. Enthusiasm had never been one of hershortcomings. The guardians of the mushroomsstormed out of their comfort zone to follow theirleader to Amazonia.

Never fuck with the Kraken,

Unlss    ..

No ! Never !

Winter entered the barren forrest . Through theempty forrest echoed the deep melodious soundsof a whalesong. The whales witnessed the treeslosing their leaves and prepairing forhybernation. The whales assembled here to setcourse for High Brasil where the tree peoplewere revolting against the AmazonianForresters, an obscure tree hating sekt.Responding to the distress call of the tree peoplethe whales would try to rescue as many of themas they possibly could. By the time they wouldreturn to the forrest it should be almost summerand the forrest should be ready to receive andshelter them. The melodious whalesongsvanished from the forrest and silence overtookthe frozen wood. But deep down in the earth,emerging from their roots, you could hear thetrees softly giggle. What a summersale theywould have the comming year ! Yes, they wouldall going to be rich, selling their exotic relativesto the Dutch.

Eden is lost !Stardate 11022016/0306As soon asour whaleship got out of warp we sent a radarbatto the planet we considered to be Eden. Werecognised the lighthouse signature and had goodhope to find the gardeners of Eden. They wereour last hope to help us prevent the extinction ofthe tree people. Right then our radarbat returnedin a state of panic, as soon as it got withinradiodistance it kept sending the same messageover and over again. Eden is lost..Eden is lost..we were just about to turn the radiovolume downwhen the bat smashed the hull of our whaleship.Obviously the bat was lost as well. Then fromthe dark planet surface emerged a giant snake.Now we knew why Eden was lost. The snakehad eaten all the goodies, and propably thegardeners as well. The only thing the serpenthad spared was the lighthouse, most likely tolure aliens like us. Disappointed we threw theremains of the radarbat in the dustbin andprepared ourselves to worm back through thewarphole.

When the Desert Storm came in she knew, therewould be but one chance to strike the Pin Boysnetwork. If she was to fail they would overtakethe serene desert with their Armani suits andcollege ties. Her dear desert would become acricket field. How could she ever face theneighbours again ? There goes theneighbourhood she thought. Then she preparedfor her Lucky Strike although she stopped

Because she envied him so much for hissurrealistic view on life he painted her a perfectworld.This world where volcanoes would erupt inchocolat streams and instead of poisonous smokethey would emit clouds of butterflies.Though itmade her laugh, she didn't like the colours.