Siegfried Schreck
Sad Song by Bacchus Barua


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I came as a songwriter and poet to the medium of digital painting.

I see this modern form of art as another big challenge.

Before I started, I was involved in exclusive mutual projects.

I published four books of poems, wrote lyric songs for children and also for the legendary rocksinger Achim Reichel and his Band "Rattles", which toured in the 60s through Germany and England as one and only group together with the Beatles and Rolling Stones.

My first brush with computer graphics took place in the mid eighties. I saw a few Graphics in a book and despite the fact that they did not suit my taste, I was still very interested because they were produced with the computer. In 1998, I started with digital photography. As a finishing touch to my poems about Hamburg I designed a web site with digital images, that I refined with Photoshop 4. That was the beginning.

Partially, my poems flow in to the colors meshing with the paints and thoughts joint in. To be able to convey this as a whole to the viewer is my pursuit and what I wish to accomplish.

I believe in two levels of painting: one is the traditional with the brush; the other is painting with pixels. Both techniques are perfectly capable to co-exist as one can already see in todays art. It was never easier to express and present own feelings in art and what could eventually create a downside balance for the traditional painting. Question: what would Rembrandt have done, what direction would have been his decision if computers would have existed in his time?

I have never counted the mouse clicks a painting takes to create and finish. There are definitely thousand maybe tens of thousands and naturally I always look for effects for new experiments. I spend a large amount of time to develop and refine aspects. The same goes for the colors. An atmosphere for me is surrounding, the room and the space in which I work. It is the temperature, no noise, and no glaring lights ­ therefore I create my last works in winter on the beautiful Island Mallorca / Spain. ( There is no problem due to the fact that we can go around the world with our notebooks.. )

Technical ­ at this moment I work with Photoshop 5.5

Inspirations ­ it would be wonderful if one could always create just purely out of a specific mood (this would be the ideal and should be) but my creations are very often hard labor. Meaning that if necessary I sit hours in front of the computer until the "spark" finally explodes and I have the gate to a new painting opening. The viewer only sees the result without knowing the process that was involved.

2.) Surely can a specific atmosphere be the result of a relative secondary process. The colors of a painting can trigger some sort of a "color rush" with me producing a serene and warm feeling in me. Abstract is my favorite but that does not exclude possible future directions I may want to explore.

I mean that digital art is one form that expresses the new age. Digital art will itself parallel to traditional painting and offers a wide range of experimentation and open discussion fields. Last but not least ­ I found my own style in this medium. The present is for me as digital painter exiting and full with suspense ­ a big adventure.

Over the years I found a lot of real art friends in the scene. We are very often in contact for discussing all themes about computer painting. That makes me happy,

Yes it does.

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Abstract Thinking


Synthetic Lady


Against the Forgetting


Blue Head


Attraction


The March


Aranjuez


Free Elements


Balance


Blue Seria 3


Blue Tavern


Colorado


Colors of Harmony


Colorw~1


Days without Pain


Desert Rose


Erotica


Earth Story


Exact Calculation


Flight Nostalgia


Flying~1


Geometry


Grand Triumph


Green Scorpion


Indian Passion


San Diego


Journey


Legend of a Universe


Lilac Massacre


Moon and Earth


Mr. Anthony


Piladelphia Puzzle


Powerful Emotions


Red Cliffs


Ride


Sleeping City


Summer Flowers


Travelling Hearts


Viaje Surreal


Virtual Concert
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below - some poems
all copyright of Siegfried Schreck & translated to English by Michele Krammer
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Every time has his own art

I understand the computer as a suitable medium
To transform my feelings, thoughts and phantasies
Into visual poetry.
It is the fascination to discover new possibilities
In art
Through the symbiosis of human and machine,
To walk through the universe of my soul
In search of always new shapes and colors.
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The gluttonous Mister Anthony

Our Mister Anton is never full,
with every hour
his appetite climbs
to beyond measures.

The butter on the bread,
the whole loaf to boot
plus the hand that
cut the slices,
he took it all for himself,
lately we are also missing
several names
among our midst,
holes start to open
on our roofs,
whole houses disappear traceless
and streets are swallowed up.

The approaching
gluttonous Mister Anton,
greeting us friendly,
commenting on cities,
that once were,
about the taste of green pastures,
mountains and valleys.

He continues to stroll onward,
with us in his belly,
there is no one that explains
this lack of comprehension
about the sense of this story,
who will write down the tale?

2001
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Bring Love with you

The drummer boy at the window,
Autumn-musician,
Dancer from one foot
to the other
and you still so far
as the warm wind
from the islands.

I have already prepared
and mixed our colors,
placed my heart on a fast horse,
hid loneliness in a trunk
now I am waiting for the door
to be opened from outside
by you,
that never comes empty handed.
Bring Love with you.

2001
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The ocean within us

Why don't we stray a bit
away from the steady roads,
why don't we leave hide and bones
and other disappointing pains
far behind us?

Because long ago the flame went out
that once sparkled in our eyes,
because dreams that are busted
scabbed over now,
because our roots have signs of
rotting decay
and because what became of us,
what we are now:
mice in our own trap.

Maybe the ocean is within us
and we just are not aware,
we will see,
at the latest,
when those before us
have worn out the mountains,
then we can hear it roar.

2001
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Ride

For once without the weight on the feet,
that thought alone feels weightless,
the birds of the sorrowful light
abandon the open cages
and the atmosphere turns to beauty
then let us take a ride
on electric elephants
through the rivers to
other shores
over the alps to Italy
or even new horizons,
life has these
underground labyrinth
and thousands of sounds,
obligations call out in vain,
we are already too far away,
behind us the curtains close,
tickets are now expired
for the circus today.

2001
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Back to Stone

Since your departure
burning the candlevoice incessant
in the window.
Certainty is feeding the flame,
that one day you'll come
and knock on that heavy stone door.
That old woman,
you recognize her ?
Tell her your Life
while she snuffs out the candle
that called your name.
That is your home coming.
Shed your flesh like a coat,
and be welcome.
You are not a stranger.
Your mother,
the wrinkled grey stone
has you back again.

Scenes from the valley of tears

Flushed eyes
and tears filled to the brim
meet the guest
on his jurney,
here, where mankind
sink their teeth in to hard stone,
in the valley of the tears,
where they shift their quicksand
from one desert
to the other,
playing the sorrow
on instruments of theirs,
and the eve is arriving,
screaming the despair in silence
from endless walls,
bathing in their own tears
for the pure enjoyment of
sheer torment.

Just don't get noticed,
I say to myself,
let them shift their sand
from one desert
to the other,
don't show them
your heart
that jumps for joy in your chest,
respect their customs
and traditions,
cry and wail with them
for no reason,
speak not of the future,
not about the new morning,
be blameless guilty,
just as they are,
the living dead.

2000
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There is no Life Forever...

Tomorrow could be the sombre awaken,
it is futile to moand and to groan,
it is the fact that with us so very clear,
it will be said, done and shown,
as always - do not mistaken,
we are not even asked here.
Breakfast is out and nill,
and with bellies that growl and rumble,
we get thrown in a tumble,
of eight-diced arches over the hill.
It isn't that this was
not preached all the time,
and now we all stand outside in the winds,
this is a fact that we
have reached the final line,
regretful that we haven't prepared
despite the ever so present hints.
There is no life forever,
we are poorer for this one illusion,
there is no life forever,
actually it went different what we thought
in the end would be the conclusion.
And all our plans are now a definite mess,
just then what becomes tight is the air,
somehow the way it went was dumb at best,
but this is one fact for sure,
the face off is the final dispair.
Breakfast is out and nill,
and with bellies that growl and rumble,
we get thrown in a tumble,
of eight-diced arches over the hill.
There is no life forever,
we are poorer for this one illusion,
there is no life forever,
actually it went different what we thought
in the end would be the conclusion.

2000
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Let's not talk about Love...

Concerning myself -
no day break is needed.
I wished the night would stay.
Let me hang on to your lips
until morning at eight.
I will call you Eve.
Enjoying the garden of Eden,
surrender to me
and close your eyes like shutters.
We are only a short while
here in this paradise.
Let's not talk about Love.

1987
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About The Common Ground...

This makes the difference:
the ever tighter circling boundaries
the vanishing leeway
as exercise to start with:
speaking with one voice
then testing equivalent thoughts,
the communicating eyes
and later the dismissal of speech,
the strive toward one goal,
that long stretch
through this tunnel,
the light at the end.
Together for the common ground,
the gradual growing together,
the bond,
that remains forever.

1987
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This will be a good Catch

Look at this sea of lights,
the shimmer of sleeping waters,
born from steaming tears,
in there are swimming the souls,
in rushes, millions of them,
like all that is lost
with no name.

This will be a good catch,
cast out your net,
fisherman of the air,
nights, above the silhouette of the city.

The nights smells of green,
and the morning is turning red,
the stars leave through the window,
destiny remains hungry.

2001
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below - some childrens songs
all copyright of Siegfried Schreck & translated to English by Michele Krammer (March 2001)
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Secret Agent

It is not your concern who I am or what is my name,
None of you can keep a secret or mouth to tame,
For you I am just Mister X with kicks,
And I am very good in all my tricks.

You can't see me because in disguise I am,
I rescue the world because that is planned fame,
These things are for me small fish and a piece of cake,
No one is better at this job than I for heavens sake.

I am secret agent 008 by name,
I am so secret that no one knows my game,
I am so secret that not even I anymore,
Know my own name like before.

I am secret agent 008 by name,
And I know just exactly how to play the game,
I am so secret that not even I anymore,
Know my own name like before.

Today I am here and tomorrow I am there,
I am always in high danger, lets be fair,
I always stay cool and relaxed,
Nothing can rip me or could get me axed.

I get around and my job is hard, sometimes weird,
I have false Id's and a false beard,
I always work alone you see,
It can't get more secret because secret is me.

I am secret agent 008 by name,
I am so secret that no one knows my game,
I am so secret that not even I anymore,
Know my own name like before.

I am secret agent 008 by name,
And I know just exactly how to play the game,
I am so secret that not even I anymore,
Know my own name like before.
 

He can do everything better than I

He strolls along a whole hour by count,
Without effort using just one hand,
I would not even try such a stunt,
Compared to him I don't even see land.

He can whistle on all of his fingers a song,
I can't even squeeze one tune instead,
I never understand just what is wrong,
He is miles and miles ahead.

Oh, and besides he can far yonder,
He reaches his nose with his tongue,
I only look at it and wonder why,
He can do everything better than I.

Not just turn his head he can show,
Left or right in a circle how surprising,
I ask how this could work although,
Just looking makes my body heat rising.
 

At long track I am just the second in time,
He runs always as winner through the finish line,
Every stone he throws way further than I before,
As if it would be a cinch to win this score.

And many other things too he can,
Sometimes I wish I could be like him when I try,
Why is it, I ask myself over and over again,
That he can do everything better than I

Old ratter-chatter goose
 

She is ill of curiosity that serves her right
She tells everything
And makes the other animals look bad
She spies and is shifty full with spite,
And she makes sure
That one loses good reputation once had.

Old bold ratter-chatter goose
That you can never hold that large goose bill
One day - you see you'll loose
In ice-cold manner wringing your neck and quill.

She knows about the ducks
Who does what with whom and where,
Already she told it further, shame on you there.
Also telling about the old farm horse
Like as if it were true
He don't want to pull the cart anymore
And is stinking lazy on top of it too.

Old bold ratter-chatter goose
That you can never hold that large goose bill
One day - you see you'll loose
In ice-cold manner wringing your neck and quill.

She sticks her nose in to everything there
And because she is mean only fights are created there,
Just wait until Christmas time
Whoops, you'll be gone and nobody gives a dime.

Old bold ratter-chatter goose
That you can never hold that large goose bill
One day - you see you'll loose
In ice-cold manner wringing your neck and quill.

The dumb rooster

Once there was a dumb rooster on the farm,
Who did not start till nine to crow his alarm,
From the manure pile he shout his ki-ke-ri-ki,
Chasing the feather livestock while they flee.
 

The farmer grew finally tired of that kind,
He said to the rooster: are you out of your mind,
You wake us much too late in the morning,
And he was really angry with noisy scorning.
 

The rooster took vacation for a whole day,
Strolling by a store window as it may,
He saw a big alarm clock sitting on a shelf,
Never before had he seen such a thing himself.
 

The next morning, at five o'clock early,
One could hear him crow his ki-ke-ri-ki,
Since now he knew exact what time it was on the farm,
Now there was on top of the manure pile the alarm.
 

The farmer came out being surprised about that,
From now on he no more moods that were bad,
Because he now always got out of bed in time,
Yeah, if it were not for that rooster of mine.

31.3.02
 
 

Mississippi  River
 

The one has to go at seven to bed
the other has to sing in duet
the worst is when you have to bend
I'll go to the Mississippi river
then it will be the end.

One has to scream the day throughout
the other to be quiet and not shout
all this creates anger and resent
I'll go to the Mississippi river
then it will be the end.

On the Mississippi anyone can yippee
you can yippee - yippee - eh.
On the Mississippi anyone can yippee
you can more than yippee,
like blahblah piepie.

One has to stand on both hands today
the other walk on his feet - hurray
Get a bonk on the head if you can't
I'll go to the Mississippi river
then it will be the end.
 

On the Mississippi anyone can yippee
you can yippee - yippee - eh.
On the Mississippi anyone can yippee
you can more than yippee,
like blahblah piepie.

s o m e p u b l i c a t i o n s

1985 "Zwischen Himmel und Erde" (Between Heaven and Earth) ~ Book of poems
1986 "Tagesziele"  (Daily Goals) ~ Book of poems
1987 "Liebe" (Love) Anthology
1989 "Der Michel ist spitze" (The Michel is great) ~ Book of poems
1983 - 89 Lectures, performances and presentations of his poems in public concerts of the groups "Achterholt und Layda" and "Trizett" (minor arts)
1999 "An den Ufern Deiner blauen Augen" (on the shores of your blue eyes) ~ poem set to music by Achim Reichel on his CD "Entspann Dich (relax you)
1999 "Wenn Du einmal krank bist"  (If you´re ill one day) Children-songs-CD
1999 "Keiner ist so stark wie Du" (Nobody is as strong as you) ~ Children-songs-CD

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more publications, prizes, awards and interviews may be found on my website if you like
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Siegfried Schreck
Erlenweg 17a
D-21629 Neu Wulmstorf
GERMANY

e-mail: Siegfried.Schreck@t-online.de
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