the liberation of art
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Free it from locked-up ateliers !
Bring it to the people , to brighten up their days , to bring them colour !
Bring it outdoors !
Bring it , where the wind is, where the freshness begins, where raindrops still happily fall !
Bring it , where fear, alertness & consciousness are !
Bring it to the streets !
didn't really care about back then, was the issue of a thing so called › civilized ‹ people call so called › property ‹ . Therefore they sent some men in black after us .
adrenaline shooting threw your body !
Then rest somewhere in the dark , until breath and body reestablish kind of an ordinary level , wait until 4 a.m. , so that the S-Bahn starts its service again , wait for your train , take your picture and go to bed .
The cool thing about me is , that i am a perfectionist .
I love to finish things . And it happend far too often back then, that i could not finish my pieces. That drove me crazy! Someone – for some reason – did not like art on trains … someone wanted every train to look exactly the same … boring … way .
a bliss all these colours could bring to other's day-to-day-lifes , some people did not seem to see . When it came to Graffiti and its artists , my father used to say:
Fater)™ über ( Grafitti-Sprüher)™, allso – wol (wissen-t-l-ich)™ – (t.b.c.)™ – auch über sainen ( Sohn)™ – am ((Abendbrot)™-(s)™-(Tisch™) – im (Baisain)™ eben dessen………
Na wunderbar !
na thothahl klahr:: Der (
Frieden)™ hat das ja auch nicht mehr nötich.
, wail ich ihn aufwecken will?¿??
Das ehr da gerade über sainen Son spricht, der gerade mitt amm Tisch sittzt, kommt inn der Außenrefleckszohneferrklemmthait/ferrkleuungsannstallt natuhrlickt nickt ann.
I still have serious difficulties with feeling empathy for my father . Still – after all these years – i want to smash his face, beat him down until he lies on the floor, whining, crumbling, screaming, bleeding, that negative fucker !
Sorry … that just so much wanted to come out !
After a while i lost the fun in all these unfinished pieces on rolls – and studied Design .
I wanted to be part of society. Deep in our hearts we all just want to be ordinary people, living our peaceful lifes – and take part .
really wants to be that lonely outsider, barely able to feed his tummy .
But what to do , if system / society / civilisation turns our human nature inside out and imprisons us into a place, where the concrete walls are well wrapped and hidden almost invisibly inside of our heads ?
thing we call puberty, the youngsters feel, that their godly parts have to die – and of course they do not want that !
they react. In whatever way. From pimples to turning punk. It's all the same. It's all pieces of the same cake .
We all knew the ease of life, before these strange, suspicious grown-ups came around and told us
how things are
what is right
what is wrong
what to do
when to do it
how to do it
That's all mental ballast, which keeps us from being ourselves! It only separates us from our hearts, yearnings, desires, love … from our connection to everything … momentum … the universe .
In time, after
some of these strange grown-ups want to give ›the unbelievable‹ a name to believe in, something to cling to . To find a way to grasp it, to lock the unlockable .
This already shows
, how weird we have become .
Some of us started to name that › everything ‹ , that pure, open, wide, universal life , which we experienced before :
Some call it › love ‹ – ›one love ‹ – some call it ›destiny ‹, › karma ‹ , › energy ‹ , some name it › the force ‹ ( which is with us, because it is within us) – while others stick to terms like › life ‹ or › universe ‹ .
words / names / concepts for one (!) and the same (!) big (!) thing .
Selah Sue just came up with the idea to call it
From the level of despair in
her voice, i would assume, that she sings about walking the thin line, that separates sanity from madness. Maybe it is all the fear of not knowing, what will happen next – and how.
Correct me, if i'm wrong!
Once you reached
that point – and didn't run away – the one entity with the many names starts to speak to and threw you. From that time on you don't know anymore … is the Matrix insane – or is it you ?
Clarity will come.
Back to the name issue :
Maybe the final and – at least from Käptn Peng's and my point of view – best name for that god-thing is:
That's so nicely neutral. › It‹ can't kill anybody :) Oh! Wait! It does all the time… Hmmm … however …
At least the term ›
it‹ contains all of the above trials to name that entity. And – who knows – maybe it's still all a hologram onboard a starship – and we still think, that we – or anything we do – is of any importance to its universal flow…
There are many grown-ups around.
Therefore, there are many ›
gods‹ around as well. And many grown-ups say, that their god would be ›the right god‹, ›the true god‹, ›the one and only god‹, and if you would believe in another god, you would have to go to hell, die unlucky, sin and suffer eternally, and so on. /// dewillish!
You know what?
Somewhere deep inside of you, you might still be able to hear its calling.
The french-based a cappella ensemble
Ommm (i bet, they are esoteric pillow-sitters!) know about that! They even named their album: › Just Listen‹.
You already were god, when you were a child, because we – i am sure your believe-system agrees:
We are children of god™.
Jesus said it himself in one of his most important speeches, his
sermon on the mount:
Blessed are the
peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. And you become a peacemaker as soon as you take care of finding your own peace. Because then you make peace with yourself. The rest is secondary.
Science says, that we are genetically to about 90% our parents, and only about 10% › ourselves‹! That makes you sad? Forget it!
If that so called god is supposed to be our father
You think, i am crazy? Just skip your possibly still too restricted way of thinking, and:
— short break —
»So sind wohl manche Sachen
die wir getrost belachen
weil unsre Augen sie nicht sehn.«
— Matthias Claudius › Abendlied‹ —
Daniel Odier – ja ja, also one of these freaky, esoteric, spiritual guys, who spend all their lifes sitting on pillows, doing nothing – once said, that the way, we live our lifes, is comparable to be living in an amazingly big and beautiful apartment – and we spend all the time – only – in the kitchen. Beautifully and wisely said!
This means, that we never even come close (!) to livingroom, bedroom or bathroom.
Can you imagine?
Before he decided to quit his job & the entire system connected to it. He started to walk around, to live a simple life … a life inside the realm where it › just happens‹ … all by itself.
That's called the ease of living.
He ignored every
rule, if he felt ( !) like it. He – for instance – healed people on a sunday!
That's why we – ordinary people – sentenced him to death! Ordinary people nailed him to the cross. Ordinary people stoned him on his way up to Golgota. Just like we used to stone all the other people, who were sentenced to death by crucifixion.
These crucifixions were amazingly big and popular public events!
Do you see parallels between what happend outside of Jerusalem back then and Germany in the 1930s and -40s?
Therefore he – yt – had to
follow ›god's rules‹ strictly enough! He was not Nazi enough! He was far too human for the strict academic system of people like
Jesus was a factor of disturbance, that needed to be eradicated – just like
Martin Luther King, JFK, Malcom X, etc. pp.
And now church literally (!) says, that Jesus died on cross for us.
Christian Nowatzky – friend of mine – and pastor of
a protestant church – literally uses these words in his sermons: »der für uns am Kreuz gestorben ist«.
To me, this always felt (!) strange – super-strange – to not say ›wrong‹. At least super-hard / impossible to accept … to me it felt like – sorry Christian, Kosta, Doo-Kyoung:
god's rules .
God's rules ?
Sorry , guys !
No rules needed
If you don't believe it
Turn your cellphones and tablets off and leave them at home
. Go out of your concrete houses and watch some plants grow . Observe! Or watch some pigeons for longer than a minute . Study them!
What do they do? How do they do it?
Face the embarrassment!
Stand it, my friend –
going nuts is part of the game! – and life – or call it god, if it helps you – will reveal its truth, beauty and ease to you in a minute .
If it takes longer:
Who am i, to tell you?
not sorry – there is many of us .
What is the message of » Interstellar«?
Which were the four letters, the daughter wrote – pen on paper – before father left off for his mission?
What does this mean?
What are Björk's lyrics in » It's in our Hands«?
— this is such a good spott – to take a break —
One day – guess what! – i fell in love .
This love turned into an obsession – which is maybe not so cool
. The cool thing (for me) was, that she played almost every day on the streets, so that i could see and listen to her kind of daily – even if we never really spoke.
She played music – honest music – from and with her heart
. That blew me away
Where i come from, emotions and honesty are rare goods
. What one can clearly see over there, are pretentions, masks and manipulation .
I returned to
Warschauer Straße every day, to listen to her, to know her a 180%, to learn everything she could teach me about openness, presence, feelings, ease and positivity . Everything my parents and teachers somehow seemed to have failed at .
So i turned into someone/something between friend/fellow/fan/groupie/
stalker. That entire journey of mine happily and heavily wandered deeply down into the realm of
Alice said – no wonder – that she felt uncomfortable around me
. Who wouldn't, if i feel uncomfortable myself?
Whoever made that transformation, from thinking with one's mind to
thinking with the heart, knows, whåt conflict i'm talking about . Who didn't, doesn't .
Alice told me to give her
What to do? The
realm i was wandering in those days, was room itself .
you remember, ever beeing present, you might know, what i'm talking about. If you don't, you don't.
I wrote Alice a loveletter – a facebook message – and wrote her, that room would not exist . I continued, that, if she wouldn't understand that now, she should give it time (which wouldn't exist either) .
To make my point clear, i wanted to attach › room‹ to that mail . Easy to understand, easy to use. Its size should be A4, so that she – if wished – could easily print it out on any common printer .
process of drawing and thinking about how to visualize room, thoughts and lines wandered from cubes, open cubes and scales to – finally – room itself .
. There it was . The blank page . Untouched .
line, every scale, everything i wanted to add beforehand, had just been a crutch . So i sent her a blank file – a jpg – 21,0 x 29,7 cm – and wrote in addition:
i realized, that this had been my masterpiece already. It contained everything – and nothing – at the same time. The universal truth nailed down into a blank file .
i named it » alles. nichts. und« .
Here it is .