„‚Ich sehe was, was du nicht siehst!‘ – kennst du das noch?“, bin ich versucht zu fragen, wenngleich das so zu fragen eine Vertrautheit impliziert, die ich mit einem SIE nur schwer herstellen könnte. Aber da zögert ein Etwas in mir.

Es ist ein Spiel und gerade das ist das Faszinierende daran: mit neugieriger Spannung hervorzukitzeln, was in anderen Bereichen des Lebens mitunter narzisstische Wunden hervorruft. Ein jeder sieht, was er sieht, was eine andere mitunter so gar nicht sehen kann, weil er oder sie eine andere Perspektive, ein anderes Auge, ein anderes Gehirn, ein anderes nicht sprachbar zu machendes ICH hat oder ist. Sie merken, es wird sprachlich nicht leicht, aber wenn Sie sich bemühen, mir zu folgen, wird Ihr Hirn mit all seinen Helferlein da sein Eigenes mitmachen, da bin ich ganz zuversichtlich.

Lassen Sie uns also gemeinsam auf den Dachboden unserer Fantasie klettern, entdecken und erforschen, was unter Spinnweben und Staubschichten längst vergessen geglaubt war. Oder aber annähern an das, was wir noch nicht wissen oder was sich in unsprachlicher Ahnung sinnesspezifisch den Weg in schillernde Sprechblasen unserer Assoziationsketten sucht. Erinnerungen an Erfahrungen, an Menschen und Momente, die sich auf unsere innere Netzhaut brennen, Augenblicke, die ein Außen simulieren. Vielleicht haben Sie ja auch Ihren Keller durchsucht und nichts gefunden? Vielleicht finden wir eher dort, wo wir nichts vermuten? Vielleicht aber auch ist es vollkommen egal – Hauptsache, es fühlt sich gut an. Wenn nicht, klicken Sie gerne weiter oder stöbern Sie in meinen inneren Galerieräumen. Und wenn Ihnen etwas gefällt, lade ich Sie in meinen bunten Einkaufsladen ein, das für Sie Passende zu erwerben ... ;)

Mimesis

Birk

The human brain can be related to television or AI as it continuously consumes and analyzes data daily. Memories are stored within our minds, much like the photographs in an album. Certain music can evoke specific moments or memories from our lives, while video games can elicit feelings of happiness and excitement. Many individuals contemplate existential questions of their “realness” within reality and ponder the very nature of reality itself. Some question whether we are merely robots with distinct genetic internal wiring or if we are controlled by a higher power, existing as souls within physical bodies.

  
As time progresses, old traditions and technologies fade, much like the desire for the latest iPhone model. The outdated ones are eventually forgotten and deemed “non-functional,” similar to the natural cycle of human life. There is a fear that one day, everything in our lives will be controlled by a data source and artificial intelligence, resulting in a false reality. Just as we program computers and other electronic devices for specific purposes, we, too, are assigned a purpose and a path. However, true freedom can only be attained by breaking free from this simulation. 

  

Simulated Minds 

The duende is not in the throat; the duende climbs up inside you, from the soles of the feet. It is not a question of ability, but of true, living style, of the most ancient culture, of spontaneous creation. 

The duende's arrival always means a radical change in forms. It brings to old planes unknown feelings of freshness, with the quality of something newly created, like a miracle, and it produces an almost religious enthusiasm.

  

Duende No. 1 

ZENTRUM / CENTER (cycle no. seven) 

Berlin, 2023

parachute silk, pulley system, programmed stepper motor and electric components. 

422 x 230 x 430 cm 

ZENTRUM (cycle no. seven) 

Vault 16

Nomad Trees

Stele

Time Spent In My Brain

Where Do We Go From Here

Inspired by Frida Kahlo's life, art and her self portrait as "The Wounded Deer"

"Outside Time, The Magic"

**Title: _Requiem of the Flowers_**

**Medium**: Mixed Media ,E painting Blend of Photography and hand painted E painting **_''Requiem Of Flowers ''_** accepted by juror and Curator Nancy Lim, at The San Diego Museum of Art Artist Guild San Diego ,California Annual Juried Artist Guild Spring 2024 Exhibition.

Reel featuring the Artists artwork: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C505zzrrsEt/?

Exhibited in Stamford Arts Gallery, Stamford Connecticut National Exhibition, BLACK, WHITE AND SHADES OF GRAY'' Additionally ''**_Requiem of the Flowers''_** was featured in YouTube video by art collector, Emily Derr at:https://youtube.com/shorts/R5Lu\\\_\\\_DvApI?si=iNjz8gm9TgUFoH6e

This exclusive You tube video featuring Requiem of the flowers can also be viewed on the artist's homepage at the bottom of her page at: https://www.nicolesgallery.art/

**The Artist's Inspiration behind**_,_ **_''Requiem Of Flowers''_**

> '' This particular artwork embodies the death of one's former self and the acceptance of our darkest life experiences. It highlights the light and the beauty that is found within our struggles of our darkest moments and the profound gratitude developed for life. It emphasizes the importance of allowing things to unfold naturally, embracing life's beauty in our darkest life moments and challenges . All while remembering to remain patient awaiting the next stage of your life, by applying the gained wisdom from the experiences we have lived and evolving into your ''new existence'' Your better self while connecting with one's higher self.'' _\-Artist, Photographer Nicole Martinelli_

Requiem Of the Flowers

RELICS OF FUTURE PAST

Creation was fractured, the hands of God and man were separated by the cataclysm. But they were reunited by the new world: by the branches, the flowers and the forest. These new forms symbolize creation from the point of view of conscious Nature.

New God

_"Ancient Egyptians believed that a man's memory was tied more to the things he had written than to the monuments he had erected. Phoenicians and Greeks knew how to demonstrate this belief. Every block of historical traces we learn to unfold linguistic processes and evolution are sublimated within every medium I used to perfom Alef."_

This sculpture is inspired by the evolutionary process behind the birth of the letter A.

Phoenicials traced the head of the ox, which they pronounced 'Alef'.

With the Greeks, Alef became written, but in 'Alpha', with another well-known sign and nowadays, in the alphabet we all know, we use and write A letter as it is the first one of the word Alef..

* https://www.albertoballocca.com/sculptures/

"Alef"

The set of faces melted with plastic inspired by Grace Jones Jaun Paul Goude early fashion photographs I was trying to capture the idea of Transhumanism potrayal in modern future and culture. Transhumanism is a philosophical and intellectual movement that advocates the enhancement of the human condition by developing and making widely available new and future technologies that can greatly enhance longevity, cognition, and well-being. Transhumanist thinkers study the potential benefits and dangers of emerging technologies that could overcome fundamental human limitations, as well as the ethics of using such technologies. Some transhumanists speculate that human beings may eventually be able to transform themselves into beings of such vastly greater abilities as to merit the label of posthuman beings.

Plastic Transhuman 09

Remember You Are Dust

Erica 

It seemed to Erica that she was constantly being invited to parties. Endless spinning rooms of faces, crudités and clothing patterns. Plaid, polka dot, stripes, shiny vinyl, paisley, animal prints and celery stalks dizzyingly floated around Erica. With each soiree, her enthusiasm and willingness to socialize evaporated. She found less people to be interested in, and less people interested in her. No matter the event or party theme. There was her cousin Kate’s engagement party. Kate’s work friends were all clustered together gossiping about work, especially about someone named Andre. Erica stood nearby with a pained smile and tried to act interested. After a round of giggles and raised eyebrows regarding Andre, Erica attempted to join the happy group by breezily asking, “Whose Andre?”. “You don’t want to know” came the reply as the group shuttered down, thus ending any further exchange. The group all looked at Erica and like a dandelion facing a breeze, slowly floated away. Erica stood for minutes not knowing where to go. 

In January she went to a party for Kevin, who was one of her best friends in High School. They took the same art classes and hated the same teachers. She periodically stayed in touch with Kevin. In their early 20’s they went to museums, galleries and free outdoor concerts together along with a rotating cast of others who appeared like guest stars. In particular there was Kurt. Erica thought Kurt was interesting, thoughtful and attractive. He worked doing fund raising for not-for-profits, enjoyed lite jazz fusion and was an avid bike rider. They spent one night together after exploring used bookstores and having dinner at a hip Japanese/Cajun fusion restaurant. Kurt promised to call her once he got back from his cross country bike ride. She never heard from him again. Kevin told her that Kurt sent him a card stating that he had several enlightening experiences during his journey and decided not to return and to never bike again. Erica was disappointed yet understood. In a way she wished she could journey to someplace where it was not a strain to be social. Where people would “get” her and share similar interests. 

The party for Kevin was to celebrate a job promotion to district something or another. Kevin was a dear friend, yet Erica felt that the qualities, lifestyle and interests they shared were slowly melting away. She was introduced to what Kevin referred to as the cool people he worked with. Kevin whispered to Erica that these folks were “crazeee”, into the arts and she would love them. The conversation turned to film. It was an animated conversation with names of movies that she had only heard of on TV commercials and seen in the Young Adult Fiction section of bookstores. Lots of excited cooing about Aliens, Killers, Terminal Illness and Affairs. Burt, who shared an office with Kevin asked Erica if she had seen any good flicks. “Yes!” said Erica. I really loved “Le Cri du Coeur Adolescent Effrayé”\*! Is that Spanish someone asked? I think it’s an Italian cop comedy another said. “I don’t like movies where I can’t understand the language”, Burt said. “Except for kung-fu movies! Getting smacked around sounds the same in any language.” Everyone cracked up except for a puzzled Erica. 

It was at Janet’s 10th annual holiday get-together that Erica truly felt isolated from those around her. Being that it was the 10th year, Janet went all out and rented Roxanne’s Lair and invited everyone she knew to bring friends. Janet invited Erica who she did not really understand but respected her as an independent thinker. Janet felt that knowing Erica reflected well on her. Many times, friends would ask Janet, “Who was that quite woman who seems very smart? How do you know her?” Roxanne’s had been a hot club a few years back but was now lukewarm. It still had a powerful sound system which was great for dancing but not for talking. Not that anyone wanted to talk. They wanted to drink, dance, feel good and dance some more. It was a bombastic frenzy of whirling arms and legs. Everyone was having a fantastic time. Everyone except for one lone figure who found the music tedious, the inability to carry on a conversation because of the volume annoying, and the short attention span of those spastically pirouetting around her irritating. As the fervor increased, Erica receded. She could not relate to the crowd. She needed to make a change. It was not fair to blame others if they did not enjoy her company and see her as she saw herself. It was at this point Erica thought that she might take up bike riding and plan a very long ride.

\*"The Cry of the Frightened Adolescent Heart".

  

Erica...

The Latin word ‘universum’ means to be turned into a single whole. I made a quilt titled 'A Boy's World' for my oldest son, it was handed down to my second child who loved it to tatters. Grown soft and worn with all the washings it was tucked away when outgrown. As my child grew into an adult she realized she was in the wrong body and her transition began. In cutting up this quilt I snipped away at the past, questioning my role as a mother. It's satisfying to transform a beloved quilt into a piece to sit in the light for all to see, as she has.

  
Method: machine quilted, hand & machine constructed, burned, painted

Materials: my children’s beloved quilt, curtains, cotton & other textiles, aluminum wire, polyester stuffing, cotton batting, thread, matte medium

Echinacea VI: FireFinch (ignis Fringillidae Universum)

_Contemplating lost plans, nostalgia, and the fragmentation of dissociation prompts reflection on what occurs when connections break, whether intentionally or not. Uncoupling, regardless of its scale or emotional investment, represents an event in itself – a link severed from a chain._

_What becomes of the plans made? The memories retained? And how does retrospection unfold? Over time, faces fade, and words become increasingly inaudible, falling into the realm of forgotten recollections._

  
_As we grapple with the complexities of loss, it's imperative to acknowledge the fallacy inherent in its aftermath. While genuine growth often emerges from loss, navigating this process proves challenging due to the unreliable nature of human memory. Our minds have a tendency to magnify both the positive and negative associations with loss, a phenomenon known as rosy retrospection, distorting our perception of reality._

  
_Despite the method of loss, such as the modern phenomenon of "ghosting," which is often socially acceptable yet morally dubious, understanding its cognitive fallacy is crucial. While viewing events through "rose-colored glasses" may temporarily boost self-esteem and well-being, it can also perpetuate detachment from genuine human connections, prompting reflection on the societal implications of practices like ghosting and their impact on the erosion of community and intimacy._

  
_Is ghosting truly as devastating as it initially seems, or is it merely a product of contemporary terminology? While it may appear as a newer social phenomenon, the act of ghosting is not entirely novel, as people have severed connections long before the advent of 21st-century communication technologies. At its core, ghosting represents a simple act – a sudden and abrupt break in communication, devoid of the usual niceties or genuine closure, leaving behind a lingering sense of confusion and pain._