Born in 1973, this author experienced a sheltered childhood in a rural setting that contrasted with the industrial city where his father later became a pastor. His artistic journey began subtly with learning guitar and photography. After graduating from high school, he moved to Leipzig, exploring various fields of study while intensely pursuing his musical and photographic endeavors. Following vocational training, he established himself as a freelance artist, focusing on realizing art projects and leading workshops, often in collaboration with cultural and youth organizations. His work is characterized by an interdisciplinary approach and a commitment to community-based art.
There are things which don't stand out so much. Especially when they are not there at all. This may sound a little stupid or rather complicated. It can be best explained by a simple example. A cute little story about being in love – but being alone just right now. The author muses about the absence of his loved one and what it does to himself, saying: When you're not around I feel somehow incomplete. When you're not around I am still around, of course. But I am deprived of an important task. I then feel so – out of commission.
I love English, the English language, English literature, and English TV series! But my deliberate love affair with the English language started with my first English lessons in 5th grade. This idiom seemed to be so different from my mother tongue. It was easier for me to express my thoughts and feelings in English than it was in German. English became something like my secret language of the heart. As I grew older my understanding of English became a more and more professional one. In spite of my refusal to swot vocabulary lists, my treasury of words grew richer. I even had a couple of English related jobs: teaching a group of students some basic stuff, coaching students for exams, and translating both nonfictional texts and poetry. But as you might have experienced yourself, the more I learned about the English language the more I became aware of the flaws of my usage. That is the reason for the title of this little book: “Far from perfect”. In my darker moments I thought of “Not too far away from pathetic, really”. But I doubt that would have been a big seller. Anyway, here are my favourite songs and poems from the last 25 years. Maybe you will like some of them, too.
