What lies behind me can not be hope
Yesterday a day to forget, or rather a day of Change. My past no longer lies ahead of me as I used to say. It adopted itself yesterday with a jump over my shoulders, always ready to drop me in the back. What lies behind me can not be hope. With a past behind me, the future will become impossible. The past is a juggernaut, devouring the future together with all hope – it may be so young and weak! It eats and devours and the result is a black hole where you will finally disappear in.View
Brown is shit!
Brown is not a color, but a state, a state of mind. Gentleman never wear brown, it is said. One can extend this and say artists avoid brown because it is not a color, but a state of mind or a political manifesto. Not only the Nazis and the bourgeoisie is brown. Brown is the result of a failed attempt to give life a color. The mixing of all possible colors inevitably ends in a brown sauce – a terrible mess. The same happens in our bodies and therefore we produce shit. But out of this muck grows lettuce, potatoes, yellow bananas and melons and eventually produced a cow and a human being. Thanks braun! I love the clay-covered body of my performers, I love the brown broth my Venus is born from. Brown is beautiful! Shit! Why? Anyway! I hate it!View
Dying in the woods
When you‘re walking and staring on the floor, as I‘ve done it today during my Eilmarsch on the Perfetta, the distances are shorter. On the ground, you can see a thousand exciting things, such as cigarette butts, scraps of paper, snails, and sometimes even a blue flower. It is now again the Blaue–Blume–Zeit (blue flowers time) when the forests are here full of blue flowers, whose name I don’t know but they spread alot of romantic feelings and do not stop to cry, how glorious must it be to die in the woods!View
If you are searching on Google for “Black” and you look at the images you will see a fantastic thing, a page full of black pictures. It
s not a fault! The pictures are not empty, there is allways a site behind it, that means the black pictures are full of informations, all the black rectangles are doors to surprising worlds. So you understand that black is not nothing. Black is the absence of reflection of light. But the light is there. It remembers me at the Tarot card the Hermit. The darkness around the hermit does hardly reflect the light. The lamp is his inner light and this light guides him through the darkness of his world. Black is the light of the underworld. Its the color of the black hole, the color of wisdome, the color of creativity. An artist uses this black light to shine, his work is a black hole it absorbs the observer and lets him see thanks the absorbed inner light.
Renaissance of art?
“The appeal of an underground movie is not to the understanding.”
“The appeal of an underground movie is not to the understanding.” *** My whole life I created my works in this sense. But in Switzerland nobody wants to understand that not to understand is the only way to understand! Therefore I tried to create understandable art. Thank God that I failed.
*** Andy Warhol in Popisme
“The contemporary philosopher Giorgio Agamben, following Aristotle, remarks that the fact that we see darkness means that our eyes have not only the potential to see, but also the potential not to see. (If we had only the potential to see, we would never have the experience of not-seeing.) This twofold potential, to do and not to do, is not only a feature of our sight, Agamben argues; it is the essence of our humanity: “The greatness—and also the abyss—of human potentiality is that it is first of all potential not to act, potential for darkness.”3 Because we are capable of inaction, we know that we have the ability to act, and also the choice of whether to act or not. Black, the color of not seeing, not doing, is in that sense the color of freedom. ” (Paul La Farge)
Black is the color of our time and I would like to try out the sentences in a different way. Because we are capable of inaction, we know that we have the ability to create, and also the choice of whether to create or not. Chaos, the state of no organisation, no form, is in that sense the state of freedom.View
We live in a stormy sea of tears, sweat, sperm and all kinds of moving pictures.
My art teaches how to move in this stormy time.
We need to learn to swim, or better yet dive. So we can go underground and only turn up when it‘s over.
When Putin and Trump have bombed themselves, because there’s nothing else left to destroy.
2016 has the task to destroy the rest of our hopes, so that nothing remains what could stop us to build our brave new world.View