Januar 2003 bis Mai 2011
Sie war voller Sehnsucht und gesegnet mit einzigartiger Kreativität, Schöpferin komplexer Traumwelten doch auch verflucht durch Angst und Verzweiflung, verfolgt von den Dämonen der Vergangenheit. Sie klammerte sich an den einen Felsen der ihr Schutz und Halt in der Brandung der Realität gab. Schöne, bunte Zeiten gefüllt mit Freiheit, Nähe, Liebe, Abenteuer, Hoffnung - doch durchwirkt von schwarzen, grausamen Flecken. Zeit des Lachens und des Schmerzes. Doch der Felsen blieb. Ihr Griff so fest, dass er unbewusst die Form annahm, die sie vorgab. Langsam, beständig. Zweisamkeit und verborgene Verzweiflung in den Momenten der Einsamkeit. Ein Flüstern hier und da...doch sie flüsterte abstrakt und in fremden Sprachen von ihrem Leid.
Mai 2011-Juni 2018
Zeit der Wagnisse und der Enttäuschungen.
Wechselhafte Zeiten voller Herausforderungen. Die reale Welt zeigt sich in üblicher Form also schöner und schwieriger Momente, durch uns konfrontiert mit grenzenlosem Optimismus. "You would like to run before you can walk". Maybe, but we are strong together, we can do everything, if we do it together...but then the borders of reality came along...We had to leave our dreamlands in the west... Relaunch... Oldenburg. Weakness... It took only days and she faded away...little by little... Disrupton...Still no borders for her...Why borders for my love? I trust her! Soon, the time of despair came over me ...the solid rock broke almost apart... unsolved weeks... but in the end I didn't push her...
I accepted (as usual) and trusted her with no doubt!
But even after the darkest cloud the sun will come and shine again... Year by year...Little flowers and green branches but still... Black spots... These times of reality and her dreamlands together were too much for one to bear... Maybe not for 2, but so often she was "alone" with her deamons.
Powerless, speechless, the rock crumbles...her grip weak..followed by loneliness with old fears again... May 2018: Weeks of disruption... Please, be careful...don't fade away...Speak up, little bird... She screamed almost lost in tears "Trust me, I will not fade away".
I trusted her... I always did since january 2003... silence...only breadcrumbs in the woods of darkness. Her eyes were concealed to hide her true self. I was exhausted and numb since winter 2011. To much to bear if the bond isn't strong... Then after having a really nice summer morning together I came back from work - cut! A 180 degrees turn! The end! No talk, no real explanation. No eye-to-eye contact. In the morning the lover and 10 hours later the enemy!
Time to go back to the most important issue I thought... Come with me! Leave it all behind again... Make the bond strong again...but...
she's gone... leaving all behind in tears and ashes. She's the phoenix. No mortal or unfeeling thing can bind a phoenix. It is your very heart you must give. I did...once powerful - powerless within the last years... All in all for 15 years...and ongoing... Yes, yes...I have to be strong...it's for your best...yes, but... I'm afraid the heron's heart is lost...
And the others? What do they say?
"Oh, it's sad, but don't worry, she's fine... She said so herself. Ask her and you will see and hear it yourself....
She don't want to speak with me! She don't want me to look into her eyes!
Ok, that means she's fine, in the end? That would be easy for all of us. An easy solution. They always like such things. But do they really know that she never was easy and that she's a phoenix, a writer and a mask maker with concealed eyes?
All she ever wanted:
"I just wish they could see".
"I wish them to understand".
It was the plea from a child to her mother, her father, her sister and brothers.
It was the plea from a teenager to her friend and husband.
And it was a plea to all the others she met.
I was the friend and husband for 15 years. She had my sympathies, my trust and my unconditional love but nevertheless even I could not understand.
That's why she had to rip our hearts apart and why she had to destroy the rest of me. That's why she let me fall into her Abyss of Despair. Rebirth- I had to cross the borderline into the mirror of flames. I had to see the deamons and dark spirits by myself. I had to feel the loneliness and despair by myself.
I was lost. Now I'm changed. I'm back and begin to understand. But... She's gone.
"Nur wer es wagt, zu weit zu gehen, kann herausfinden, wo die Grenzen sind".
Ein Geschenk, Jahre her... Eine von zahlreichen Botschaften, die sie mir gab, alleine deren wahre Bedeutung blieb in den anderen Welten verborgen. Die Dämonen vergangener Zeiten schlafen nicht, sie rasten nur, um kraftvoll zu zertrümmern... Wann?.. wieder...und immer wieder...
Masken haben in der Geschichte der Menschheit eine lange und vielfältige Tradition.
Schon die Ägypter verwendeten reich verzierte Masken in ihrem Totenkult, oder nahmen mit Hilfe von Masken die Gestalten ihrer Götter an. In der Renaissance schuf man sich anhand von Masken gezielt die Möglichkeit, die Grenzen der eigenen Person für eine Weile hinter sich zu lassen.
Und auch in der heutigen Zeit hat das Spiel der Masken nichts von seinem Reiz verloren.