Hello fellow human being, combining this pile of interrelated signs inside its brain into a readable language, called English. The name given to my corporeal wandering sheath is Julian Reischl, but that’s not important. I feel great joy when I tell my hands to fabricate something that relates to my thoughts and emotions. My mind often pressures me to choose colors. My work gets born on analog surfaces and objects, then often sucked into digital realms and vice versa. The illustrations of my surroundings are drawings that embody witnesses of my attention to the ongoing mechanisms in being. Thoughts that try to manifest themselves into frequencies and externally experienceable media. Quick pulsating rhythms tend to calm my inner engine. Most of the time it’s really loud inside my head when my thoughts spiral. The pure process of creation is not only enjoyable for me, it’s my driving force in being happily alive and pushing forward. I can relish pure enjoyment and stimuli while swirling through thoughts and gathering future ideas. I also like to dance and laugh. And love.

Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Such a pathetic word. It is overused in daily life. So many things are “loved” as a human. The word pours out as if it has no genuine meaning to it. As it slowly starts to have no sense, there is nothing to fight for, nor nothing worth crying for. If you tend to say it in so many occasions, say it twice as often to yourself. That’s the easiest way of sharing love. Not by talking about other people and how you love them. Not by talking about things and how you love them. Not by talking about situations and how you love them. Be happy. You Asshole.