In my past life was always somebody wanting to control me.
Before my parents gave me a name-stamp,

there were already state and religion controlling
who and what I will have to be.
Just to be born in some so called country was the first step to control me.
Before I even left the body of my mother,
they had decided what language I will have to speak and what role I will have to play.
The so called doctors looked between my legs and called me “boy”. 
Therefore they wanted me to go the way of “men”.
The priests were standing in line to print their confession on me.
My parents imprinted me with what they thought “right behavior” would be.
In kindergarden they imprinted me with what they thought “social behavior” has to be.
In school neurotic slaves thought me what society thought I should know.
And so on and so forth.
After 18 years in this imprint camp, they called me “adult”.
Meant:

now I had to work, had to earn money, had to reproduce, had to add my part to society.

I escaped into artist life.

There I was confronted with other forms of control.
There were all those ideas what artists and art have to be.

Even if there was more freedom, it wasn't freedom.

Everything that isn't freedom,  isn't my game.
I am on earth to grow and live.
I prefer the surprise of life itself.
Even if I don't understand.
Especially when I don't understand.

V.C.2016