Buy my magazine “Pools – comics, writings, personality tests”

My magazine „pools – comics, writings and personality tests“ is out now. 

You can order it by contacting me:

It’s 28 pages. color print. english. 14,8 x 21cm.  12 Euro including shipping. It’s full of fun, jokes, stories, comics and other pool related stuff. I even drew my own advertisement in it and you can check out two personality tests.

I also made this video to show the work in progress.


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Eine Stunde Late Night Art Comedy mit Ingrid Wenzel im Ateliertheater/Wirtzhaus Köln

Hey folks, 

ich habe bald zwei Shows in


im Ateliertheater / WirtzHaus 

am Freitag 20. März, 21 Uhr und 

Samstag 21. März, 21 Uhr.

Eine Stunde Late Night Art Comedy mit Ingrid Wenzel im Ateliertheater/Wirtzhaus Köln.

Der Eintritt ist frei, da ich an meinem neuen Special arbeite, an frischen Geschichten und Jokes feile und ich dafür ein Publikum brauche. Am Ende gibt’s wohl eine Spende. Angeblich kann man dort nicht wirklich Plätze reservieren – einfach rechtzeitig kommen und wir machen uns einen schönen artsy Abend. Bis dahin, ich freue mich auf euch.

Mehr Infos auf der Homepage vom Ateliertheater:


Ingrid’s Valentine Special 14.02.2019 Mad Monkey Room Berlin

Am 14.02.2019 mache ich ein Valentine-Special. Eine Comedyshow nicht nur für Singles, Pärchen, Polygame. Denn um Liebe geht’s eh nicht, nur um Comedy und Kunst!

Wie eine Vernissage, bei der man laut lachen darf: Eine Stunde feinste Stand-up Comedy und live Cartoon-Show mit der Berliner Comedian und Illustratorin Ingrid Wenzel (Comedy Central! NDR!). Plus Special Guest.

***Einlass: 19.30 // Showbeginn: 20.30***

$$$ In Berliner Comedy Tradition kostet diese Show keinen Eintritt, damit jeder Kultur genießen kann und die Kunst frei bleibt – dafür geben am Ende alle nach ihrem Ermessen eine Spende in den Hut und bekommen dafür einen „originalen Wenzel“. (Spendenvorschlag: 5-xxx Eur) $$$

***Für Reservierungen einfach ins Event posten oder per Email an hello (at)***

Facebook Event Page:
Mad Monkey Room:
Ingrid auf Instagram:
Comedy Talk Podcast:

♥ LGBTQ_IA friendly. FSK18. Barrierefrei. This Show is in German, however, if suddenly more people in the audience speak English we can switch to Denglish ♥




Und ich hab zum ersten Mal eine Facebook Werbung auf mein Event gesetzt mit definierter Zielgruppe. Ich hoffe, sie existiert:


How to deal with artistic rejection

How to deal with artistic rejection is the topic of my newest comedy bit since my favorite comedy is rooted in truth and sadness. In my bit I exaggerate and make fun of rejection, whereas in real life it is sometimes hard to do just that. As long as you make art, you will be rejected. The only way for no one to hate you is to leave the paper blank. How can you keep on making art with all the scars rejection has given you? I made these guidelines and posted them on my instagram stories some weeks ago. I got lots of feedback for it so I’m posting them on here too. They’re a hybrid of personal insights, all those self-help books I once read and good conversations with artist friends. Thanks for that.

  1. Don’t let it break you. Keep on doing what you love! Remember why you’re creative in the first place. Don’t stop.
  2. Don’t change your art for people that don’t matter. Let’s say a certain institution rejects you. Ask yourself, why do you want them to accept you so badly? Do you really fit in there? Would you have to change the core of your work for them to like you? That’s the artsy equivalent to angsty teenagers doing shit to be friends with shitty people. Don’t do that. Find a way to get appraisal from the right institutions.
  3. Rejection means: people see you and your work. Just keep it up until the right people see it. Seek people that like you and not just tolerate you.
  4. Keep praise from friends and fanmail in a feel good folder. Go through it when you think everyone hates you. Because that is never true!
  5. Not everyone will love your art. And that’s good. If you really want to appeal to everyone, you’ll eventually water down your art and it will be printed on cheap postcards at tourist shops. The more specific your art the more specific is your target audience. Finding that is hard, as I can tell you gladly with my three fans.
  6. Feel the pain somatically. Can you turn it into creative energy? Like make a sculpture with a buzz saw, draw a watercolor with tears and mascara, go on a gun rampage with a paintball gun, write a funny diss track? What do you feel? Anger? Anger can paint great paintings, write deep jokes and beautiful songs. I don’t glorify pain, but often today’s tears become tomorrow’s soil.
  7. Remember your work is not you. This is especially hard to acknowledge as a stand-up comedian. When the audience hates you, they hate your essence. Still, I try to separate Ingrid from stage Ingrid, an even more brazen, ballsy, callous version of me. Keeps me sane.
  8. Many others get rejected, too. You’re not the only one experiencing it. Don’t feel special, ha! Read biographies of famous artists. Which hardship they went through to follow their dreams. (I don’t know if this is just the urban legend of Arles, but apparently, Van Gogh has never sold one paining in his lifetime). By sharing your own story you can connect with others, who feel the same. Just don’t get dragged into an unproductive, downward spiral of lamentation and self-pity. Lament and then get back to work. These jokes don’t write themselves.
  9. Spoil you inner child. Remember what makes you happy. Now do that! That chocolate cake, a warm bath, a visit to the circus? Do it!
  10. Can you learn anything from it? Maybe there was some tiny truth in that rejection mail from that art school afterall? Maybe there is something I can actually do better? We can often improve either our art or our attitude, after we wiped away those tears.
  11. Now, focus on your next steps, what’s ahead, the future, new goals, good people that matter!
how to deal with artistic rejection
how to deal with artistic rejection

None of the above tips work for you? Well, there is one last, tiny truth, that hurts the most about rejection:

People do not get hired based on quality. Booking is arbitrary. No matter how much in control you are about your work, at some point you run into industry walls. It is merely up to you and your personal capacity to endure pain: you either jump over that wall, turn your back at it or smash your head against it.

Steve Martin’s famous quote „be so good they can’t ignore you“ is a myth. If you are that good, you will not need them anymore. 

Institutions reject good artists. That’s a common industry practice, so their own prima donnas won’t get scratched. If a music label builds up the next star, they buy up all similar artists to eliminate competition. German has a beautiful word for this: Karteileiche („card file corpse“ – a sleeping member, no one intends to wake up). Besides that, institutions send out harsh rejections to keep up a climate of fear to hold on to a respect and artistic relevance they have lost long ago. 

So here’s my last advice: Surround yourself with good people to stay sane. Develop and take care of meaningful friendships. Painter Rose Wylie says „unsuccessfulness gives you freedom.“ Stay independent. Find a source of happiness outside of your art. Be good to yourself. <3

Ingrid Wenzel – Comedy Cartoons – Solo Kassel – 14.03.2019

Kassel ist künstlerisch gesehen eine meiner Lieblingsstädte, auch wenn ich die Dokumenta immer verpasst hab. Es gibt u.a. die Galerie für komische Kunst Caricatura, bei derer Sommerakademie ich mitgezeichnet habe. Und es gibt auch eine Kunstuni, die mich nicht wollte. Daher ist es nur logisch, dass ich dort mein Solo spiele. Neben Stand-up Comedy, zeichne ich auch Cartoons. Also nichts wie hin da. Tickets gibt es hier über die Location Palais Hopp. Ich freu’ mich auf alle, die kommen.



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Some thoughts on pants and dresses

I once saw a wardrobe at a museum that could have been mine.  It had a sign „coats, please no pants“. (Their emergency exit plan’s sign was „this is no artwork“ and their toilet paper labeled „for free“. So yes, a great museum right up my alley).

Personally, I don’t wear pants. I hate them. I only wear dresses. A flowing fabric, basically a fancy blanket, that I wrap around my slack body. Wear a dress and you’re good to go! Unless you’re actually wearing a blanket, dresses will always make you look fashionable. People mistake my laziness for style. With pants, you have to match a top and a bottom. Really, who has time for that? Dresses are cold? Always have tights in your purse, like a good robber.

I’m short and therefore I only wear dresses that go just above my knees. Anything substantially longer makes me look like a character from The Handmaid’s Tale.
I once visited my friend Cindy in Uganda and didn’t check the dress code before (a tourist’s Russian Roulette). In Uganda, it’s perfectly okay to go topless. But it is not okay to show your knees. Yeah! Your filthy, revealing, overly sexual knees, you dirty thing you! Since I didn’t do my research, I got there with my short dresses. I had nothing appropriate to wear. I was a disgrace to her. And my tiny friend’s pants didn’t fit me. Ugh, see, pants again! I ended up wearing her curtains. I hid behind one, rolled myself in it and in a elegant pirouette I ripped it off the wall and on my body. Good to go! Still better than pants!

Pants suck because they have to fit well. If too long, you drag them through the mud. Or cuff them and tell people „they’re supposed to be like that“. (But deep down you know you look ridiculous. And promise yourself next time you don’t give up shopping jeans that fast).
A knee long dress is too long? Fine, they may cover my filthy knees then. A dress too big? Fine, I’ll use a belt and constrict myself until I look like a hot balloon dog. A dress to tight? I throw it in the closet and cry “I will loose weight at some point for sure“.

So, here, I have some shopping advice for you: Before getting ill fitted clothes, humble yourself and go to a mean but honest shop assistant. Advice and insult often live on the same street. A saleslady once told me „nah, don’t get that black dress. It emphasize your dark circles and wrinkles.“ Um, excuuuuse me? And also, get me all the white dresses you have. (I did almost punch her in the face though for saying „white is en vogue in Pari“.)

Here are some more jeans trends that I first posted on my instagram stories. They’re all inspired by my last unsuccessful shopping trip:


Kiten kann tödlich sein – Book Release

„Kiten kann tödlich sein – Machen Sie doch bitte Ihre eigenen Fehler“

So heißt das neue Buch von meinem Comedykollegen Thomas Schwieger. Und ich hab’s illustriert. Obwohl ich nie Kiten war, sondern nur mal fast vor Sylt ertrunken wär.

Worum geht’s in der Neuerscheinung? Hier der Klappentext:

Als Kind, aufgewachsen in der DDR, hatte Thomas nur einen Traum: einmal im Baumhaus übernachten.
 Mit 34 Jahren ist es soweit. Sein Schulfreund Chris hat ein Baumhauswochenende an der Ostsee entdeckt, allerdings mit einer Bedingung: Thomas muss am Kitesurf-Kurs teilnehmen.
Schnell stellt Thomas fest, Kitesurfen ist wie das Leben: du brauchst Geld, Talent und Rückenwind. Nichts davon hat er.
Doch todesmutig stellt er sich aufs Brett, denn eines ist ihm klar: der Weg in seine persönliche Freiheit gelingt dieses Mal nur über den Kampf und Sieg über die Naturgewalten, den Drachen und die verdammten Schnüre.
Thomas Schwieger ist heute frei, trägt auch privat Neopren und arbeitet erfolgreich als Stand-Up Comedian, Moderator und Autor in Hamburg.

“Kiten kann tödlich sein” steht Ende April in den Läden. Hier geht’s zum Vorverkaufslink.

Am 26.4. feiern Thomas und ich zusammen in Hamburg die Veröffentlichungsfeier. Nicht alleine, ihr könnt auch kommen: Hier geht’s zur Einladung. Es gibt Getränke. Thomas wird zum Vorleseonkel. Ich erzähle davon, wie man ein Buch illustriert, trotz zeitgleicher Deadline mit dem Autor und panischer Angst vor Wasser. Und alle dürfen mal Thomas’ Neopren anprobieren (size zero).

Hier ein Kiteaufbau Tutorial von mir und das Buchcover, was hoffentlich bald eure Bücherregale zieren wird:


Thomas Schwieger - Kiten kann tödlich sein
Thomas Schwieger – Kiten kann tödlich sein

Stand-up Comedy – “Ingrid und Jonas lieben andere Menschen”

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Stand-up Comedy – “Ingrid und Jonas lieben andere Menschen”:

Ein Abend, eine Bühne, ein Mikro, zwei Comedians.

Die Berliner Stand-up Comedians Ingrid Wenzel und Jonas Imam zeigen euch am 03.03.2018 ihre Netflix Specials. (Noch) ohne Netflix, dafür live, roh, unzensiert (und andere Adjektive!).

In Amerika sagt man, es braucht zehn Jahre, um Comedian zu sein. Ingrid und Jonas haben jetzt zusammengerechnet zehn Jahre auf Bühnen verbracht und zeigen euch ihr aktuellstes, bestes Material.

Jonas ist Berliner, Ingrid vom Niedersächsischen Dorf. Beide haben mal ein Studium beendet und sind doch Comedians geworden. Ingrid ist für Comedy nach California gegangen, Jonas ist Urgestein der Berliner Comedyszene (mit seinem wöchentlichen Open Mic „Kusskuss Comedy“ und seinen Podcasts „Verprügelt mit Punchlines“ und “Alt Shift Comedy“). Heute treten beide in diversen Shows, auf deutsch und englisch und im Quatsch Comedy Club auf.

Da Ingrid auch Comic-Zeichnerin ist und Jonas viel mit seinen Augen kuckt, gibt es in dieser Show auch visuelle Überraschungen on Top!

Das gemütliche Deriva hat begrenzt Platz, ihr könnt gerne hier Plätze reservieren:

In Berliner Comedy Tradition kostet die Show keinen Eintritt, damit jeder Kultur genießen kann. Dafür gibt am Ende jeder nach seinem Ermessen eine Spende in den Hut. (Spendenvorschlag: 7-10.00 Eur).

Beginn 20 Uhr.


Mainzer Str. 23
12053 Berlin

Mehr Infos hier im Facebook-Event.

Pics Pics Pics #3

Back in Hamburg, I used to live on the 6th floor, no elevator. In my bipolar bachelor pad. In winter, it constantly felt cold like the windows were open. A test room for polar clothing. And in summer, it was a million degrees hot. I could offer nocturnal Bikram Yoga classes. There was no in between.

I hardly had visitors. No one was willing to walk up the stairs. It had its good sides. Whenever a rare visitor did ring, I had 6 floors time to get ready. „At least, with this daily work out, I can save the gym fee“, I thought. My previous tenant promised me a nice butt. But that never happened. Instead, I became efficient. Do I really need to walk down the stairs again this week? Does the supermarket deliver everything?

My apartment was in a fancy part of Hamburg. All houses, built around 1900, are white and shiny and reflected by the even shinier water around it. But no rich person wanted to live inside my Hunchback crib. So it was affordable for me. I particularly remember a certain one-night-stand, on our way to my place, saying „you can’t afford to live in this neighborhood“. I lost him on staircase number two. Because I kicked him.

There was one species, who would come to my place deliberately and because of the stairs: photographers. They loved my Mediterranean blue staircase, winding up around the cone of light from the skylight. Most of the time, those neighbors, including me, who didn’t pay a weekly cleaning lady „forgot“ the obligatory, monthly staircase cleaning. Those stairs would get so dirty. When you walked the staircase at dawn, the romantically whirled up dirt looked like natural waste floating in blue water. You see, I had much to offer for photographers. I had several models using my home for a shooting.

Now I live in Berlin. I’m walking up less but uglier stairs. I often think back to my old flat. For example, it took exactly one tightly written postcard from my friend Helen to get from the mailbox to the fifth floor. I remember sitting in the early mornings on the first step with my DJ suitcase, too lazy to walk up, after a long night of Djing. And one neighbor, on their way to work, passing me „ah, you must be a doctor, returning from your night shift! Hope you saved many lives“. I sticked to that story, when explaining my „unaffordable lifestyle“ to my one-night-stands. In the end, playing a song at 140 bpm can also be a CPR.

I had one final shooting at my place this year, right before moving out. And I finally had time to dig through the photos. The photographer Stefanie Baars needed to check it out as a future shooting location. And I was her test model, on the staircase and around the house. I love it! I feel like I look like a different person in all of the pics. Can you guess which are edited with photoshop?



This used to be a blog

Hi there! This used to be my blog. But it got hacked. Three fans informed me about it:




It was hacked by some Japanese lemonade shop and for a minute I was just like “guess that’s what I’do now. I got fig, kiwi and dragonfruit”.

Getting my hacked website fixed was, for several months, one of the biggest lies I have told myself, right after Late Night Shows not being able to contact me via it. (No Late Night Show contacted me, I think. After restoring my mail system, the only emails I got during the malfunction are a Flixbus commercial, an indeed invitation and my numerous test emails [with every test email a cruder subject]).


While I was fixing my website I followed this general advice:




Well, I didn’t make my deep down dreams come true yet. But surely getting closer to it. This year, I did stand-up comedy for several months in San Francisco to become better. I started doing improv comedy to become quicker. And I started drawing cartoons to become sharper. I organized my first very own comedy shows to become better at hosting and crowd work. Not everything gets better: I still have crazy eyes:


© Sergey Sanin


While I get this blog rolling again, I’m thankful that you came back here. Thanks for not buying japanese juice instead!

Hundreds of posts are lost and many links and search requests end on my 404 not found page. I am sorry for that. I had to erase all the content for safety reasons. If you’re looking for something specific, feel free to drop me a line.