Good Morning Darkness
Thoughts that arise and fly away
“It’s not that you “see” nothing in the dark. On the contrary, in the darkness, all images in their original state are already there: I just have to “feel” them and develop them.
It is like being in the darkroom where I once developed my pictures and brought them to life. In a solution, the image slowly appeared on an empty white sheet.
When I worked as a filmmaker, my pictures were arranged in a series of thousands on celluloid tape, waiting to be projected onto the white wall by a beam of light. Every projection was a new act of creation. When the room became bright, my fantastic universe disappeared. The pictures were born, lived and faded away, fleeting witnesses of a moment.
I have mounted my works at the Venice Biennale as if on tape, one behind the other and set so closely that they partially melt together. If you follow them with your eyes, they move and are like thoughts that arise and fly away.” (BK 2017)View
“Billy Name has begun his next great adventure”
This morning I finished to read POPISME The Warhol Sixties. On its last page there is the note by Billy Name written when he left his darkroom in the factory:
“Andy – I am not here anymore but I am fine Love, Billy”
Since I started to read about the sixties I found his name again and again and now finally I wanted to know, who was Billy Name? I looked up wikipedia and read:
Billy Name, William Linich, Jr. Februar 22.1940 – Juli 18. 2016. Billy Name died yesterday in New York.
Milk Studios, a New York City gallery that has shown Name’s work, confirmed news of his passing. Song Chong wrote in an email to The Huffington Post: “It is with tremendous sadness that we would like to announce that our dear friend and iconic artist Billy Name has begun his next great adventure.View
Susan knows all my work and in her sensible way she will be for me and for everybody who is interested in my art a fantastic adviser and guide.
Beat Kuert, April 2016
Eyemazing Susan PHOTOGRAPHY CURATOR, ADVISOR, PUBLISHER, EYEMAZING EDITIONS, AMSTERDAM, THE NETHERLANDS
Eyemazing Susan is the nom de plume of Susan A. Zadeh. Based in Amsterdam, she founded Eyemazing magazine in 2003. She also works internationally as an independent curator, adviser and awards panellist, specializing in photography. Eyemazing Susan is recognized by the international photography world for her talent as a creative director and groundbreaking independent publisher. Frequently invited to sit on the panels of world-renowned international photography competitions, and advise and curate group and solo exhibitions and presentations. “Eyemazing Susan, founder of Eyemazing magazine is one of the most innovative and original thinkers and curators in art photography today. World Photo magazine, November issue 2013View
The big one
I wonder, are the great times like the Sixties or the twenties the start of a great time or the end or any of that? How can we recognize the importance of an era when one is in their midst. Doesn’t matter the small visible movements? or are there any bigger, fundamental waves which we can see only from a great distance? Anyway, it is important to be prepared when the next big one arrives. Those who can give us some advices are the professionals, the big wave surfer. What they teach us is this: The size of your talent needed to successfully surf these waves vary by the size of the wave as well as the technic the artist uses to reach the wave. A larger, longer experienc allows an artist to paddle fast enough to catch the wave and has the advantage of being more stable. But pay attention, a breaking wave can push artists down below the surface. Once they stop spinning around, they have to quickly regain their equilibrium and figure out which way is up. One of the greatest dangers is the risk of being held underground. Surviving a triple hold-down is extremely difficult and artists must be prepared to cope with these situations.View
Gods are everywhere
It is snowing. The weather in this region of the world makes me despair. If I think it is spring and I lay me down in the warm Sunshine, a winter snow storm sweeps over my body.
There is nothing that you can trust.
Confidence does not exist. No wonder people are so distrustful and frustrated. Why should I trust my neighbor If the good Lord congratulate me with flowers and freeze them the next moment?
It shouldn’t work like that. Earlier I would be migrated but today I know, Gods are everywhere, of course everywhere a little bit different, but at the end the sky is their Kingdom.
As I get older, the more I have to do, because the time is running out. But the more I do, the faster time passes, as if she wanted to force me to reason. But they will fail. Reason is foreign to me and has never interested me. The sixties, when the time did not exist is the only home I have. Time was beaten to death with amphetamine or otherwise ignored. Just dance until you drop, was the motto and no trace of reason. I’m homesick, wants to go back to this country that I when I was there, barely perceived. I didn’t have the time to look around, was not reasonable enough to enjoy them. And now today remains me of nothing more than to dance till I drop.View
Orgasm the yearning after perfection
The absolute attracts me, it’s round, all round is a symbol of wholeness, therefore curves attract me, especially if they are female. Maybe sex is nothing more than the yearning after perfection, death! and the orgasm the birth of a new world.View