Ellen Welke
This creative activity makes me endlessly happy and allows me to vibrate in many, many strong, iridescent and glittering colors
For me, my synesthesia is an inexhaustible wealth that inspires me, makes me pause in a feeling of being deeply impressed and gives me a lot of joy. For me, all of my artistic work is like breathing and pure enrichment. For many years my artistic expressions included classical ballet, writing poetry, composing music and singing. Filmmaking and dance theater were added later. I have been setting my lyrical works to music for some time now and have begun to tell my songs in music videos or to develop at least one colorful music video for them. This creative activity makes me endlessly happy and allows me to vibrate in many, many strong, iridescent and glittering colors. I feel richly gifted.
Sound & Motion Exhibition 
Glance
The poem Glance tells a philosophical view of what we can measure with our creation-given possibilities. It also uses metaphorical language to talk about the moment in which the natural limits of our being open up to us or things show themselves that we would never have dreamed of. A look is more than just simply seeing as such. A look can be an illusion and suggest something to us that, like a mirage, is not there. Because a lot of things in life remain hidden from us, I decided to film with black light and fluorescent colors, because these are only visible when we have the right light around us. Without this light they remain hidden from our eyes, just as many things in life remain hidden from us.
Lyrics
Glance
behold what I don’t behold
what is long known to heaven´s essence
oh how I beseech you
give me only one glance
that augurs well
you are detached in the distance
makes me sense what the world create
so infinitely great
hey
How could I be happier than
reveling through of your glances
far into the distance
give me only one glance
that augurs well
Glancing becomes perceiving
becomes sensing
in all the being
divining of all the great things
for the most part hidden
the lightness that has outgrown every glance
becomes profound feeling
painted in beauty colors
frees me from all the narrowness
the limited few
Oh how I beseech you
How I beseech you
The limited few
oh how I beseech you give me only one glance
Give me only one glance
Give me only one glance