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michaelasindler · 2 years
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215x220 cm, mixed media on canvas (cigarette water, gold, airbrush), 2022
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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215x210cm, mixed media on canvas, 2022
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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120x90, 2022, mixed media on canvas
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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120x90cm, 2022, based on my poem, mixed media on canvas
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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Written to sand
2x 90x60, 2022, paste from sand
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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90x120cm, 2022, mm on canvas
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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120x90 cm, m m on canvas, 2022
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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Video performance ‘POEM WRITING’ done in one of abandoned houses of Porto, Portugal. Text is based on one of my poems.
During period of my artist residence in Porto I started to work with my poems based on private experiences; on canvas as well as experimenting with them in space, resulting in video performance in an abandoned place in terms of house as a body; ruins- body disrupted.
Captured by  Jo-Kioko Enzo
Link to full video performance: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1M8Y1X0nSNKCmXzFTNtr9uINZQV-lxyFa?usp=sharing
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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Bruises made it to clouds
Mixed media and flowers from my ex on paper, 2022
Size of frame 105x175 cm
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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Bruises made it to clouds
I cried for you in the abyss of these ruins
Because I miss you since the first time
And so I ask my heart about you, if you think of me too
The cheap, cold thinking in the afterlife of us
Finally seems to glide off as the sun rises above all of us once again
Careless swim in shades of blue
Knife edges
The blade passes through a certain netting
As the net is teared apart
Cruelly and mercilessly
As the roof of house caves inwards
As the sun touches the sore heart
Mixed media on paper, 2022
Size of frame 105x175 cm
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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Bruises made it to clouds
Mixed media on paper, 2022
Size of frame 105x175 cm
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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And i just want to be caressed upon your wings of purity
If there were only left some
In the same tent as the figure nearby I find myself
All upon that beach
You told me so much about
But yet where i find myself alone
All upon that beach
Like the brazilian vila
We ve found abandoned
Where there’s strange figure staring at us upon these curtain certainly not hers
With a gaze upon the ground
At the ground upon these white curtains which are not yours
All upon these old curtain which you dont possess all upon these she s been staring at us upon the ground
The ground we used to step on
The ground which smelled so nice
Theres air full of dust
Theres air full of dirt standing behind all of them
Standing with a gaze upon the ground
Standing with the gaze which one smelled so nice
Standing there full of empty
Staring there into the void
Of us
Staring back at her
Burning paradise
Mixed media on paper, 2022
Size of frame 105x175 cm
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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In every piece of this crap
i’m finding your corps
In every corner of each shadow
Of those generous wings
In sounds they make as they cut through void
As they seize blossoms of rich
As your hips and moves everything they bring shine through and through and through
Returning blood to my veins of past pains
Small stars blooming into new years fireworks on your skin
As i follow your ways
Cutting the racy scales of black
Without signs of ache
Inviting me
to join you in peaceful flight within the
So harmless it feels like dream
So harmless I ask myself for track of violence
My fingers still full of neurosis from past days
Sizzling like hell
As we glide off this asphalt dash
Leading us to nothing but nothingness
Sliding so long it feels like death
So long I must think it’s death
So lingering I presume our aim is far away
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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Yes, they want it now but why
Did you promise them?
The sea, the ocean, everything red
Blood-filled tears
And as the warm tears of my own
Dissolve in the cold waves
Constantly approaching infinity
I want to know so I ask them
And i tell them I don't want to leave
Yet it burns as it touches the air
Turning the dirt into dust
So the only sound that remains
Is the insistence of cold waves
So they never fucking answer
Yet in this strip of existence and my only search for light
Sharp forms of palms erecting to the sky
Treasure hunt,
Abandonment from abundance,
Yet here I am
Devoting my only existence
Searching, finding cornucopia in every piece of these ruins
Of the bodies you left behind
refusing to decay
As life enters them once again
And me too I owe you some
Yet I just can’t seem to care
As i rejoin the ghosts in their dance
In this broken paradise
As the evening sun measures me by sight
if I deserve to make it to another day
or if I shall decay
Yet I can’t seem to care
Because I,’m going to rejoin you in every way
And from my friends no one really cares
if we deep dive into the waves
because we shall rejoin each other in every way
As the Brazilian house lives by death I live by light
yet I can’t really find a difference
As the sun and the moon alternate
how I wish to be heard to be part of you! Yet I know I can
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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All my poems are love poems
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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Sketches to Burning paradise
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michaelasindler · 2 years
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‘Forgetting’
Mixed media on canvas, 60x60 cm and 120x75 cm, 2022
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