I'M NOT SAYING

I love it, I love it so much.

The way it hurts, the way the pain feels, so good. Like nothing else. It reminds me of life, of the things that are real. It reminds me, I am -the f*$k- not dreaming. It feels so good, when I feel pain, because that is the only time I feel alive. LIFE. What the hell does it want? Life, seems like a b*$ch. F*$king life. F*$k you all the way down the rabbit hole. Hell, might be a chance. I don't mind to find out. Stories pass and histories come. Sh*t up, wave a flag. Call a murder or f*$k a dog. What? Yes, that is precisely what I ask myself a lot. What the f*$k am I doing and what the h*ll am I doing here? F*$king god, but I would never f*$k god. I would never use him or her in vain, nor abuse its flesh, if there were any. Now, teach me a lesson and say I did. Hell, I don't even believe in that what is of nothing. Now, where did he come from? Jump from love to god, but don't give a sh*t, because what ever it is, it is about me. Think I'm selfies but think again, as by thinking so, you are a foolish c*nt. Now please never visit this sh*t again or please come back and join my misery filled with cr*p and c*m from the middle of my arrogant being, from the bottom of my rotten soul. YES.

I love it, I love it so much.

"WHAT NOW"

Lets play a little game again... It's been a while since the last, of being a landscape photographer.
...
Today I'm an artist and what would I do? I'd probably dance on the table and dress little women like you. Maybe I'd pray in front of the grave, asking the god to take my last day.
Do not be frightened your time has not come, do not worry this is just a game and I'm having fun.
Last night I woke and dreamed of you. Now my morals have left me and so have you.
The time is over and my fun has begun, do not think that I am harmed, I will never be the one.
Go to hell my little dream, I don't need you anymore. The time has past and finally, I can rest assure.
...
F*$k, I guess I'm a poet now.

Rullaz

Back in the days we were Rullaz!

I remember a time,
when photography,
was all play and fun.

Now it makes me a dull boy as Jack would put it.

In the middle of nowhere

I wander alone through the day. For me everything has changed, but the world remains as it is. I rest in peace with my inner self. Today is a day like any other, but my perspectives have changed and my life. I am not disgusted, I am calm. My love is at my side and it is the one, at least for now. My day is not over yet, I will need to face the world again. This time, I don't mind.

The Motion in the Ocean

Ocean motion, bla bla... Have a look at my lovely pictures and carry on.

Dreamer

The Dreamer

"A smile away of a memory past was a moment of truth for you and me.

A shadow fell a second ago and my life was different as you were still here.

Time has past but you remained the same. A simple mystery of your own selfish being.

Nobody is blaming you for hating yourself, you can now stop and return to reality.

Your world is a fake and you are the trap. Quit your dream and find your reason.

Wake up. It was all, but a dream."

19.12.2013 - AWM

Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll

SDR

S for sex
D for drugs
R for rock&roll

Now don't get me wrong, this is simply a personal graphic issue. But honestly who the hell does sex before doing drugs anyways? I always thought: "First you drink your wine and then you do the whore."

Curtains

Is there something or someone behind the curtains or not?

Either way, they're way over and not clearly done. If you ask me.

Contact Sheet

_CONTACT!

Camera Light Action

I was thinking about the few things that I need to start making a photograph and I am revering to my work on awm photography. Well as I mostly work in series, for me it needs a bit more of a go to get things started...

Obviously there are four main things a photographer needs:
1. A camera (includes medium such as film or a digital camera sensor)
2. A light source of some kind (flash, led or daylight or any other light of some sort... but who knows, maybe you're a dark photographer and only take black pictures, then good for you: all you need is a camera)
3. An object (such as a person, a nature scenery or any old stinky object will do)
4. A muse (meaning the urge to do so, the help to get what you want or the idea that will get you going, anything, this is the main thing that will get you moving)

So yeah, as I thought about it, I decided to visualize this content of my post as followed.
As you will see, I'm missing my muse. Enjoy

 

Wa.Ka.

CoLOrIZe ThIS

Shake, wake and call me a cake. Eat me, taste me but treat me kind.
Cry baby cry, cry your heart out but keep your mind.

Trade a million dollars with a fool,

then act like a idiot and stay cool.

Why do you think I'm writing this?

It's another year soon and we can all make a wish.

Choose your words carefully,

soon's tomorrow and we'll be happy.

Peace, wish and stay wise.

Also always remember to be nice (-> please pronounce "nise").

Happy New Year

Desperate?

There once was a man, he was really really desperate... I'm not so sure if Mr. Courbet was as "really really" desperate as he seems, because I didn't do any research on his painting.
You are free to do so, if you'd like... Your welcome. Any-who...
Peace out, good, night and see you soon!

xmas

I've been cutting up things all day long, making a christmas card...
Oh, I guess it's christmas eve: Merry Christmas!

PP

Dear Mr. Picasso,

You are fantastic,
there were so many lines.

Sincerely,
Warren

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BED ROOM

In my hometown there is a room. I grew up in this room, which has a bed crafted by hand.
I made this bed, but the room always remained the same. In this room there is a ceiling, full of words. These words I wrote, the poems are mine.

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"Crawling back into myself; waiting and asking myself, if it could be true.

Taking my time to wonder when it may be, for my time to come.
Letting go but still holding on, I wait; I move to nowhere,
which is in the middle of everywhere.

You speak to me, as I close my eyes and walk away towards you.

Frightening myself of what I could be, while opening my eyes, I realize I am fading away,

but yet still here.

Laughing at you, I realize, I consider, I wake up.

Seeing you or you seeing me, I ask myself what the moment we share has given me;

to my conscience.

Closing my eyes I dream awake.

Fear becomes happiness, once the demon has been defeated;

sadness becomes joy for the century.

Frightened by yourself you hide in the light,

while I crawl out of the night in to the dark;

that is waiting to become its brightness."

Written by AWM on his bedroom ceiling,

sometime in 2006

___

Mr Moon

Sometimes it's just a mood, other times there are ten little soldiers in my soul.
Sometimes I look up to the moon, wishing the girl would tell me what to do.
But she's quiet. It's not about the moon, but it's also not about Keith. Just love.

Listen to the song "Mr. Moon" by Mando Diao.

Sterrennacht

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Cut outs

 

Dedicated to SFZ

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I want to be there for you,

but I trouble myself.

I can't cope with the world

and the way I am.

You are my ever returning holding point,

you are my rock.

I wish to change everything and to be happy,

anyway as long as you stay by my side.

Sincerely your love,

AWM

Mona Lisa

Oh Lisa, oh Lisa you are such a faithful wife.

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Shine On

Shine your sins away. Put on your shades and act cool.
Waste your life away. Because you can and it's yours.

Don't f*$k up. You never will. Hate and create.
You are your own god and I will guide you.
The last choice is yours. Shine on motherf*$ker.
Shine.