Thursday 29 April 2010

the split is fading





after supposedly getting obsessive about the that shape from the bodylotion , the outer lines are fading. I don't know if i will be able to put it aside and i hope i stop working on that board. enough of the overlapped processes. time to get a new one.

Tuesday 27 April 2010

the split



I was in the library again for 3 minutes , but it was enough time to find this broken hologram pictures, of course in tune with the split thing. me is fascinated with those  but I never had enough money to make one. I am still wishing to get an option to produce my dream hologram which is for some time now
" different cheese and some money /  some money and different cheese"vaguely of course, maybe  i will find an existing one.

Saturday 24 April 2010

Friday 23 April 2010

the split continues






How long can I go on.

from reflection to copy to cutout to thoughts and empathy to photograph to film still to perception to workspace to side thing to real paint to idea to example to the next post.
 Can you please repeat me, is this what "copy that" means. I guess not seems more the similarity to my recent split thing that makes it so appealing to that compulsory avangardist brain of mine. Same picture of the same thing at another time, oh Newton Helmuts what do I not know.

Wednesday 21 April 2010

Burnt Toast

the split - didn´t have a Granny Smith

, broken mirror and wet cigarretes, the lasting speechless moment, kind of calm, 
soon it will be done

Friday 16 April 2010

another end of the split

after thinking about reflections  and the space between them, i am moving slowly on  dealing with copies . The leaving of the kingdom of speech into another artificial reality, letters from the body lotion falling apart like a tiresome old relationship, but still referring to to each other because  the line makes the letter and they seem to be related , cannot realize what they don´t have in common, is the beginning of this split.
 also about the grid that letters are attached to, like a constant beat probably electronic, construction and prison, interested where the grid stays and the symbols get changed sth new unrecognizable. i still don't know if it is possible to communicate without a grid  but i still have this romantic longing also i don't know how serious i am about. as the monsieur Flaubert said even in the the most intimate confidence there is always sth that remains unsaid. So far about reaching out and being reached by the other, as truth maybe dissatisfying but it is at least one in me I can relate to the issue.
 that line is what came out of me in an moment i tried to get away from the world by an action that was easy and fluent and at the same time i was marking sth that is not mine me getting close to that person and stepping over social frontier without being invasive , what would have caused a less positive outcome of the thing and this will be avoiding my obsession.

Friday 9 April 2010

again another split.

Another way to get into the split . other regions other genders, means other systems of perception and deception, and of course a lot of new jokes. reality , is this blurred reflection sth like a fast repetition i am not able to see clearly, me assuming Erkenntnis and in fact I am just contributing to my own idealism. Anyway the paternoster beginning of this lovely Sherlock Holmes DVD is reminding my of my yesterday thoughts, so I have to figure out what is the the difference  in between the similarities. affinity not identity, thin line good step.

Thursday 8 April 2010

the split again


after having this dried fountainhead mirror photographed several times it is still rewarding to go back to it. This abandoned piece of beauty the black lines cracking off, the partition dissolving on the surface and throwing shadows on the wall and this again being shown behind the the black lines  i am realizing that an reflection is not necessarily sth clear and bright , surprising , but i do not and did´t see many pictures of smudgy mirrors. There fore I am avoiding any further dwelling on that topic and am happy to make my own thought less believable, assuming i discovered a human thought model in myself. 
left over art deco mass produced furniture, the calming glamour/armour of a bend, non continuous line, we have it all.

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