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"Hilfe" (Help) — Something I made three years ago for my mother’s birthday. Poor little dragonfly in the rain! Is this how I felt then?

"Hilfe" (Help) — Something I made three years ago for my mother’s birthday. Poor little dragonfly in the rain! Is this how I felt then?

My drawing “Fear of Spider Eggs” for a non-competing entry by Marcus Speh, judge for FLASH MOB 2013: “Arachnophobia”.

My drawing “Fear of Spider Eggs” for a non-competing entry by Marcus Speh, judge for FLASH MOB 2013: “Arachnophobia”.

100daysandnights:

Monkey Boy didn’t want to go to school. He had almost fully detachable limbs and organs. In class, he entertained his mates by being in the front and back of the class at the same time. His restlessness drove his teachers mad. In PE, he played alone against an entire team, which wasn’t physically possible so he didn’t make the yearbook. His dexterity was so unheard of that he didn’t turn into a legend. Instead, Monkey Boy became Monkey Man, the town freak. He now lived alone in a large house at the edge of the city. Inside the house, he grew a rainforest, watered by his tears, where he could hide even more deeply and climb all day long. Though his head understood why he had to live apart from others, his heart never did. Luckily, it was also detachable. Monkey Man put his pulsing heart on a window sill where it gathered dust, sobbing silently, aching for love. 
#19/100 Days 2011. Illustration:drawing by Taffimai: “The Monkeyking.” Text: Marcus Speh

100daysandnights:

Monkey Boy didn’t want to go to school. He had almost fully detachable limbs and organs. In class, he entertained his mates by being in the front and back of the class at the same time. His restlessness drove his teachers mad. In PE, he played alone against an entire team, which wasn’t physically possible so he didn’t make the yearbook. His dexterity was so unheard of that he didn’t turn into a legend. Instead, Monkey Boy became Monkey Man, the town freak. He now lived alone in a large house at the edge of the city. Inside the house, he grew a rainforest, watered by his tears, where he could hide even more deeply and climb all day long. Though his head understood why he had to live apart from others, his heart never did. Luckily, it was also detachable. Monkey Man put his pulsing heart on a window sill where it gathered dust, sobbing silently, aching for love. 

#19/100 Days 2011. Illustration:drawing by Taffimai: “The Monkeyking.” Text: Marcus Speh

speh:


King Cat Kincaid holds on to you. Time trickles from a branch. Coffee sloshes on the sad elephant’s back. From your wounded hand blood seeps into the mother sea. The Jesus tee-shirt mollifies the Christians. The serpent of understanding leaps from your forehead. King Cat Kincaid wants you to cut your hedgehog hair before presenting yourself to the crowd that will welcome you as their king. You admire her balancing and self-possession on the breezy top of her cork soles. You admire her moustache: those stiff, black bristles blend extraordinarily in the whole gestalt so that her figure gains womanliness. But behind the wall of silence waits the usurper already. His thick nose drills down your dirty laundry. His envy ascends in clouds up to the sky and rains yellowish down to the earth. 
[German original] [Image: © Marcus Speh with Taffimai Metallumai [CC:http://bit.ly/O4Yo2p]

speh:

King Cat Kincaid holds on to you. Time trickles from a branch. Coffee sloshes on the sad elephant’s back. From your wounded hand blood seeps into the mother sea. The Jesus tee-shirt mollifies the Christians. The serpent of understanding leaps from your forehead. King Cat Kincaid wants you to cut your hedgehog hair before presenting yourself to the crowd that will welcome you as their king. You admire her balancing and self-possession on the breezy top of her cork soles. You admire her moustache: those stiff, black bristles blend extraordinarily in the whole gestalt so that her figure gains womanliness. But behind the wall of silence waits the usurper already. His thick nose drills down your dirty laundry. His envy ascends in clouds up to the sky and rains yellowish down to the earth. 

[German original] [Image: © Marcus Speh with Taffimai Metallumai [CC:http://bit.ly/O4Yo2p]

two napkins: “the princess that sat on the world’s biggest pearl” and “streetart”.

two napkins: “the princess that sat on the world’s biggest pearl” and “streetart”.

«What is puberty? How can we hope to help our children through it if we can’t remember much of it in an understandable attempt to protect ourselves against shattered identity, because that’s what life has in store for us between 10 and 20, even though you may just call it growing up, it’s carnage for the heart. What is puberty?»

«What is puberty? How can we hope to help our children through it if we can’t remember much of it in an understandable attempt to protect ourselves against shattered identity, because that’s what life has in store for us between 10 and 20, even though you may just call it growing up, it’s carnage for the heart. What is puberty?»

illustration for “little people”, a story to appear in “thank you for your sperm”.

illustration for “little people”, a story to appear in “thank you for your sperm”.

"Hilfe" (Help) — Something I made three years ago for my mother’s birthday. Poor little dragonfly in the rain! Is this how I felt then?

"Hilfe" (Help) — Something I made three years ago for my mother’s birthday. Poor little dragonfly in the rain! Is this how I felt then?

My drawing “Fear of Spider Eggs” for a non-competing entry by Marcus Speh, judge for FLASH MOB 2013: “Arachnophobia”.

My drawing “Fear of Spider Eggs” for a non-competing entry by Marcus Speh, judge for FLASH MOB 2013: “Arachnophobia”.

100daysandnights:

Monkey Boy didn’t want to go to school. He had almost fully detachable limbs and organs. In class, he entertained his mates by being in the front and back of the class at the same time. His restlessness drove his teachers mad. In PE, he played alone against an entire team, which wasn’t physically possible so he didn’t make the yearbook. His dexterity was so unheard of that he didn’t turn into a legend. Instead, Monkey Boy became Monkey Man, the town freak. He now lived alone in a large house at the edge of the city. Inside the house, he grew a rainforest, watered by his tears, where he could hide even more deeply and climb all day long. Though his head understood why he had to live apart from others, his heart never did. Luckily, it was also detachable. Monkey Man put his pulsing heart on a window sill where it gathered dust, sobbing silently, aching for love. 
#19/100 Days 2011. Illustration:drawing by Taffimai: “The Monkeyking.” Text: Marcus Speh

100daysandnights:

Monkey Boy didn’t want to go to school. He had almost fully detachable limbs and organs. In class, he entertained his mates by being in the front and back of the class at the same time. His restlessness drove his teachers mad. In PE, he played alone against an entire team, which wasn’t physically possible so he didn’t make the yearbook. His dexterity was so unheard of that he didn’t turn into a legend. Instead, Monkey Boy became Monkey Man, the town freak. He now lived alone in a large house at the edge of the city. Inside the house, he grew a rainforest, watered by his tears, where he could hide even more deeply and climb all day long. Though his head understood why he had to live apart from others, his heart never did. Luckily, it was also detachable. Monkey Man put his pulsing heart on a window sill where it gathered dust, sobbing silently, aching for love. 

#19/100 Days 2011. Illustration:drawing by Taffimai: “The Monkeyking.” Text: Marcus Speh

speh:


King Cat Kincaid holds on to you. Time trickles from a branch. Coffee sloshes on the sad elephant’s back. From your wounded hand blood seeps into the mother sea. The Jesus tee-shirt mollifies the Christians. The serpent of understanding leaps from your forehead. King Cat Kincaid wants you to cut your hedgehog hair before presenting yourself to the crowd that will welcome you as their king. You admire her balancing and self-possession on the breezy top of her cork soles. You admire her moustache: those stiff, black bristles blend extraordinarily in the whole gestalt so that her figure gains womanliness. But behind the wall of silence waits the usurper already. His thick nose drills down your dirty laundry. His envy ascends in clouds up to the sky and rains yellowish down to the earth. 
[German original] [Image: © Marcus Speh with Taffimai Metallumai [CC:http://bit.ly/O4Yo2p]

speh:

King Cat Kincaid holds on to you. Time trickles from a branch. Coffee sloshes on the sad elephant’s back. From your wounded hand blood seeps into the mother sea. The Jesus tee-shirt mollifies the Christians. The serpent of understanding leaps from your forehead. King Cat Kincaid wants you to cut your hedgehog hair before presenting yourself to the crowd that will welcome you as their king. You admire her balancing and self-possession on the breezy top of her cork soles. You admire her moustache: those stiff, black bristles blend extraordinarily in the whole gestalt so that her figure gains womanliness. But behind the wall of silence waits the usurper already. His thick nose drills down your dirty laundry. His envy ascends in clouds up to the sky and rains yellowish down to the earth. 

[German original] [Image: © Marcus Speh with Taffimai Metallumai [CC:http://bit.ly/O4Yo2p]

two napkins: “the princess that sat on the world’s biggest pearl” and “streetart”.

two napkins: “the princess that sat on the world’s biggest pearl” and “streetart”.

«What is puberty? How can we hope to help our children through it if we can’t remember much of it in an understandable attempt to protect ourselves against shattered identity, because that’s what life has in store for us between 10 and 20, even though you may just call it growing up, it’s carnage for the heart. What is puberty?»

«What is puberty? How can we hope to help our children through it if we can’t remember much of it in an understandable attempt to protect ourselves against shattered identity, because that’s what life has in store for us between 10 and 20, even though you may just call it growing up, it’s carnage for the heart. What is puberty?»

illustration for “little people”, a story to appear in “thank you for your sperm”.

illustration for “little people”, a story to appear in “thank you for your sperm”.

About:

Taffimai Metallumai is a young German-American artist from Berlin. Some of her work appears online with the stories of her daddy.

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