exhibition: W

Watering Plants

Sascha Brylla
Clara-Lane Lens
Sascha Missfeldt
Les Monseigneurs

The act of planting a seed is something so common yet no one ever seems to be fully aware when actually doing it. It is the beginning of every idea, of every thing that leads to a fulfilled ending of expectations. It is in some way an art, to watch projects grow and evolve but simultaneously consciously deciding in which direction they go. An art only some are able to handle with caution and patience.

In times of social awkwardness, counter movements, lack of physical consolation and the need of direct confirmation it is almost rebellious to look at things in a reversed perspective. A perspective in which actions and ideas take time, and need care to be executed. In a way a perspective of insecureness, of being unsure of what will happen next whenever one decides to let things go, to let things grow.


(…)

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

(…)

The Crunch “Love is a dog from hell”
1977
Charles Bukowski

exhibition: W

Watering Plants

Sascha Brylla
Clara-Lane Lens
Sascha Missfeldt
Les Monseigneurs

The act of planting a seed is something so common yet no one ever seems to be fully aware when actually doing it. It is the beginning of every idea, of every thing that leads to a fulfilled ending of expectations. It is in some way an art, to watch projects grow and evolve but simultaneously consciously deciding in which direction they go. An art only some are able to handle with caution and patience.

In times of social awkwardness, counter movements, lack of physical consolation and the need of direct confirmation it is almost rebellious to look at things in a reversed perspective. A perspective in which actions and ideas take time, and need care to be executed. In a way a perspective of insecureness, of being unsure of what will happen next whenever one decides to let things go, to let things grow.


(…)

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

(…)

The Crunch “Love is a dog from hell”
1977
Charles Bukowski

exhibition: W

Watering Plants

Sascha Brylla
Clara-Lane Lens
Sascha Missfeldt
Les Monseigneurs

The act of planting a seed is something so common yet no one ever seems to be fully aware when actually doing it. It is the beginning of every idea, of every thing that leads to a fulfilled ending of expectations. It is in some way an art, to watch projects grow and evolve but simultaneously consciously deciding in which direction they go. An art only some are able to handle with caution and patience.

In times of social awkwardness, counter movements, lack of physical consolation and the need of direct confirmation it is almost rebellious to look at things in a reversed perspective. A perspective in which actions and ideas take time, and need care to be executed. In a way a perspective of insecureness, of being unsure of what will happen next whenever one decides to let things go, to let things grow.


(…)

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

(…)

The Crunch “Love is a dog from hell”
1977
Charles Bukowski

exhibition: W

Watering Plants

Sascha Brylla
Clara-Lane Lens
Sascha Missfeldt
Les Monseigneurs

The act of planting a seed is something so common yet no one ever seems to be fully aware when actually doing it. It is the beginning of every idea, of every thing that leads to a fulfilled ending of expectations. It is in some way an art, to watch projects grow and evolve but simultaneously consciously deciding in which direction they go. An art only some are able to handle with caution and patience.

In times of social awkwardness, counter movements, lack of physical consolation and the need of direct confirmation it is almost rebellious to look at things in a reversed perspective. A perspective in which actions and ideas take time, and need care to be executed. In a way a perspective of insecureness, of being unsure of what will happen next whenever one decides to let things go, to let things grow.


(…)

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

(…)

The Crunch “Love is a dog from hell”
1977
Charles Bukowski

exhibition: W

Watering Plants

Sascha Brylla
Clara-Lane Lens
Sascha Missfeldt
Les Monseigneurs

The act of planting a seed is something so common yet no one ever seems to be fully aware when actually doing it. It is the beginning of every idea, of every thing that leads to a fulfilled ending of expectations. It is in some way an art, to watch projects grow and evolve but simultaneously consciously deciding in which direction they go. An art only some are able to handle with caution and patience.

In times of social awkwardness, counter movements, lack of physical consolation and the need of direct confirmation it is almost rebellious to look at things in a reversed perspective. A perspective in which actions and ideas take time, and need care to be executed. In a way a perspective of insecureness, of being unsure of what will happen next whenever one decides to let things go, to let things grow.


(…)

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

(…)

The Crunch “Love is a dog from hell”
1977
Charles Bukowski

exhibition: W

Watering Plants

Sascha Brylla
Clara-Lane Lens
Sascha Missfeldt
Les Monseigneurs

The act of planting a seed is something so common yet no one ever seems to be fully aware when actually doing it. It is the beginning of every idea, of every thing that leads to a fulfilled ending of expectations. It is in some way an art, to watch projects grow and evolve but simultaneously consciously deciding in which direction they go. An art only some are able to handle with caution and patience.

In times of social awkwardness, counter movements, lack of physical consolation and the need of direct confirmation it is almost rebellious to look at things in a reversed perspective. A perspective in which actions and ideas take time, and need care to be executed. In a way a perspective of insecureness, of being unsure of what will happen next whenever one decides to let things go, to let things grow.


(…)

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

(…)

The Crunch “Love is a dog from hell”
1977
Charles Bukowski

exhibition: W

Watering Plants

Sascha Brylla
Clara-Lane Lens
Sascha Missfeldt
Les Monseigneurs

The act of planting a seed is something so common yet no one ever seems to be fully aware when actually doing it. It is the beginning of every idea, of every thing that leads to a fulfilled ending of expectations. It is in some way an art, to watch projects grow and evolve but simultaneously consciously deciding in which direction they go. An art only some are able to handle with caution and patience.

In times of social awkwardness, counter movements, lack of physical consolation and the need of direct confirmation it is almost rebellious to look at things in a reversed perspective. A perspective in which actions and ideas take time, and need care to be executed. In a way a perspective of insecureness, of being unsure of what will happen next whenever one decides to let things go, to let things grow.


(…)

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

(…)

The Crunch “Love is a dog from hell”
1977
Charles Bukowski

exhibition: W

Watering Plants

Sascha Brylla
Clara-Lane Lens
Sascha Missfeldt
Les Monseigneurs

The act of planting a seed is something so common yet no one ever seems to be fully aware when actually doing it. It is the beginning of every idea, of every thing that leads to a fulfilled ending of expectations. It is in some way an art, to watch projects grow and evolve but simultaneously consciously deciding in which direction they go. An art only some are able to handle with caution and patience.

In times of social awkwardness, counter movements, lack of physical consolation and the need of direct confirmation it is almost rebellious to look at things in a reversed perspective. A perspective in which actions and ideas take time, and need care to be executed. In a way a perspective of insecureness, of being unsure of what will happen next whenever one decides to let things go, to let things grow.


(…)

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

(…)

The Crunch “Love is a dog from hell”
1977
Charles Bukowski

exhibition: W

Watering Plants

Sascha Brylla
Clara-Lane Lens
Sascha Missfeldt
Les Monseigneurs

The act of planting a seed is something so common yet no one ever seems to be fully aware when actually doing it. It is the beginning of every idea, of every thing that leads to a fulfilled ending of expectations. It is in some way an art, to watch projects grow and evolve but simultaneously consciously deciding in which direction they go. An art only some are able to handle with caution and patience.

In times of social awkwardness, counter movements, lack of physical consolation and the need of direct confirmation it is almost rebellious to look at things in a reversed perspective. A perspective in which actions and ideas take time, and need care to be executed. In a way a perspective of insecureness, of being unsure of what will happen next whenever one decides to let things go, to let things grow.


(…)

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

(…)

The Crunch “Love is a dog from hell”
1977
Charles Bukowski

exhibition: W

Watering Plants

Sascha Brylla
Clara-Lane Lens
Sascha Missfeldt
Les Monseigneurs

The act of planting a seed is something so common yet no one ever seems to be fully aware when actually doing it. It is the beginning of every idea, of every thing that leads to a fulfilled ending of expectations. It is in some way an art, to watch projects grow and evolve but simultaneously consciously deciding in which direction they go. An art only some are able to handle with caution and patience.

In times of social awkwardness, counter movements, lack of physical consolation and the need of direct confirmation it is almost rebellious to look at things in a reversed perspective. A perspective in which actions and ideas take time, and need care to be executed. In a way a perspective of insecureness, of being unsure of what will happen next whenever one decides to let things go, to let things grow.


(…)

There is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock.

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.

it hasn't told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant

(…)

The Crunch “Love is a dog from hell”
1977
Charles Bukowski

exhibition: W