Blues in Paradise


Fotos: Renée Kellner

Immer wieder mal kommen DIESE Gefühle zu Besuch, hüllen einem in kratzige Filzdecken und trübe Wolken. Jaja, entzünden sich die alten Stimmen, irgendetwas läuft hier ganz falsch und man verdächtigt auch bereits jemanden sehr wohl schuld an dem ganzen Dilemma zu sein. Manchmal ist es jemand bestimmter, meistens ein enger Angehöriger oder das ganze Universum, manchmal man selber. Der Blues ist zu Gast und spielt seine Mundharmonika …

Für das Drama braucht man die passende mentale Geschichte, je fester man daran glaubt, je stärker die Überzeugung ist, recht zu haben, desto wirklicher wird das Ganze. Und das treibt dann in all seiner Ernsthaftigkeit umher, wie Rauch der sich bereitwillig in den Wind reibt …

Das Gesicht der Liebe versteckt sich hinter all dem Gedöns und grinst wie die Sonne hinter Wolken. Sie hat leicht lachen, aus einer gewissen Distanz betrachtet entbehrt es ja auch wirklich nicht eines gewissen Humors. Wie wir da in unseren Dramablasen hocken, ganz sicher recht haben, gegen Gott und die Welt wettern, weil wir einfach nicht bekommen, was wir wollen …


Again and again, THESE feelings come to visit, wrap you in scratchy felt blankets and murky clouds. Yah yah, the old voices ignite, something is going quite wrong here and someone is already suspected guilty causing the whole dilemma. Sometimes it is someone particular, usually a close relative, or the whole universe, sometimes oneself. The Blues is a guest and plays his harmonica …

You need the right mental story for the drama, the harder you believe in it, the stronger the conviction is to be right, the more real the whole thing becomes. And that goes on in all its seriousness, like smoke rubbing willingly into the wind …

The face of love hides behind all the fuss and grins like the sun behind clouds. Its all very well for her to laugh, but from a certain distance it really does not lack a certain humor. How we are sitting there in our drama bubbles, certainly right, raging against God and the world, because we just do not get what we want …


Autor: Briant Rokyta

Briant Rokyta is an Austrian artist based in Vienna. He follows the principle of PERMANENT CREATION in performance, drawing, painting, writing and sculpting and in providing lectures and workshops. PERMANENT CREATION is another way of viewing the world. Not through the rational mind but through art, through being, which is constantly creating itself: Each moment is creation and oneself is intimate part of it. Human society is also changing, a new level of relatedness arises and the age of separation is sinking. I find it helpful and joyful to use art in such a way to support this process in favor of a world that is more beautiful, integrative and playful. The best way of doing so is to show this potential of art, in various garments and as a way of life together with fellow artists. For further information please check out:

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