WHO strays from the path, learn to know the area
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
What Causes Socks To Slip Down In Shoes
As a traveler it is a strange hybrid, enter the two at first glance appears counter-motivations one indissoluble bond: the desire for acquisition and also for strangeness. The former is manifested in the movement through space, into the journey into the depths of the landscape. The appropriation is to be thought as a physical experience as in the literal sense. The desire for strangeness, however, is a phenomenon of the surface, this is a pleasure in looking, sparked by the images of a foreign land or at sight a new city. These contradictions are not to be thought of as rigid dualism, but go together a dynamic relationship. The one created and sustains the other, the other is in the One - deleted - in the Hegelian double sense.
In his paintings, says Daniel Angermayr of such dynamic contrasts. There is one between nature and culture: At first glance, appear to me his views of the forest, such as images of the natural, and only in the further consideration and reflection on the idea of this course, creeps in a strange uneasiness, the view remains on the markers cultural (over-) shaping hang. Culture will become brittle to a designated piece of nature, the boundaries between the categories.
The most productive contrast is that between the inside and the outside. In the title Inside Outside Home he is free to speak for us. In the combination of images and those of Gemeindebaufassaden a radicalized intimacy of the body, the question of the connection between the inside and the outside out even further. Here are two forms of depth difference: In the images of the facades, so clean surfaces, as it is the space behind entered the picture. In doing the photographs from the interior to a very different and yet related kind of strange abyss. To be sure, both, housing and human abyss, imagined space, and refers us - in a gesture of media self-referentiality - back to the surface. Space is in photography not as the result of our imagination, with which we imagine ourselves to flush lines in a landscape - straight under the bridge and on and on, to see to the right side of the road, the road sign of Monopoli is. One can not really miss.
Daniel Angermayr map out the series of pictures to be explored terrain. Mark the approximate boundaries of the site, draw key issues and outlines, and note this and that in the legend. The resulting map is - as each card - the result of a gradual abstraction and open to our ideas and fantasies: What makes us after the building in which we have followed the white rabbit, expected to go only to us, and Alice in something.
Yvonne Giedenbacher
Yvonne Giedenbacher
Sunday, June 14, 2009
The Phone Number For Queens Court
Phettberg CAN AFRICA starvation
A Sunday in Vienna Sunday the world dissolved in the severity of the unaffected and Hermes Phettberg, Josef Fenz from Hollabrunn, the fence in Gumpendorf, the Roman Catholic, confirmed, warm, sadomasochistic, self-appointed rulers of early retirement, leaving only a few seconds after the first ring without hesitation and consultation free hum the door and five floors later we see him on the threshold of his Housing prepared by the apparently strange waiting unusual sound of his own bell on redemption and on extinction.
Remember me? He does not. Then after all. I'm on his list, which never-more-again list. I'm sweating. We are in the kitchen, this is the same forty years old, rotschwarzmelierte PVC - soil with gaping butt as in the kitchen of my grandmother. Seven years have passed since I last saw him, now he looks up, he inflicted insult my searching, "I have decided to no longer perform, I'm in the process no longer ORF to want to go back," Now would be the moment to Walking, I'm stuck on rotschwarzmelierten PVC and he suddenly opens his refrigerator door: In addition to a three pack of crackers only utter emptiness. "Come," he says and goes forward with bowed head in the fridge, I followed. "They do not believe so, how difficult it all falls, for months I could not wash my hair," he laments, while behind us revert to the refrigerator door and the lights go out. "I do not understand how I got on their list," is shrinking. "This is completely irrelevant," replies Phettberg, "in here, I rule absolutely, and absolute power is always arbitrary," I sit in the trap, "But I am aware of no guilt ..." "So you imagine me innocent guilty? There is a feeling of the greatest pleasure for me if her colleague in front of the refrigerator door, let's say tomorrow, with my DNA in the ass, is found dead, I have not killed him, so innocent am! A clear conscience I could face the penalty and looked after me would know! "I stare frozen in the dark. "Come and have continued since the rear chairs, my grandfather in 1907 are self-made, I only have old furniture and clothes, for something new I can not spend money," he drives a match, light it on. The refrigerator turns on the inside much more spacious than it looks from the outside, but, besides the two chairs and the three pack of crackers, at the entrance, he is also empty, I think, close Phettberg on the frozen refrigerator bottom in the direction of his grandfather chairs sliding.
"Wim Duisenberg is dead, "cries Phettberg," What? "It is windy, we arrived at the chairs. "My debts have already arrived at fifty thousand € and with every step they will be more outside the home. The other day I went to Cologne, the fee was so low that I have consumed on the way in the dining car, you know? That's the problem! The cost me out of my apartment to tow, in a take me far too narrow seat on the plane or train or theater space, all of these injuries happen to me here may, of these small allowances, and of these a lot to be covered to small fees never ! Each walking outside the home, "says He sat on the chair in the refrigerator, "is hell and brings gallons of sweat, stress and panic at any time means five pounds of fat and a thousand € more debt! To move outside the home can, I would have been to see a hairdresser, buy me new clothes in the right size and this also from time to wash, you know what it cost me alone a visit to the laundromat a lot of effort and money? Clothes in my size are virtually non-existent, I need custom-made, which I can not afford, of course, this blue shirt that I wear now is now seventeen years old and the only thing I still fits! "The blue shirt was enough to the navel, I drifting back to the grandfather's chair in the dark of the refrigerator while Phettberg slowly disappears into the fog. He turns to leave shortly on his toes. "If they reach Africa, they align in mind that the Boys this week are just for me, all love"
A Sunday in Vienna Sunday the world dissolved in the severity of the unaffected and Hermes Phettberg, Josef Fenz from Hollabrunn, the fence in Gumpendorf, the Roman Catholic, confirmed, warm, sadomasochistic, self-appointed rulers of early retirement, leaving only a few seconds after the first ring without hesitation and consultation free hum the door and five floors later we see him on the threshold of his Housing prepared by the apparently strange waiting unusual sound of his own bell on redemption and on extinction.
Remember me? He does not. Then after all. I'm on his list, which never-more-again list. I'm sweating. We are in the kitchen, this is the same forty years old, rotschwarzmelierte PVC - soil with gaping butt as in the kitchen of my grandmother. Seven years have passed since I last saw him, now he looks up, he inflicted insult my searching, "I have decided to no longer perform, I'm in the process no longer ORF to want to go back," Now would be the moment to Walking, I'm stuck on rotschwarzmelierten PVC and he suddenly opens his refrigerator door: In addition to a three pack of crackers only utter emptiness. "Come," he says and goes forward with bowed head in the fridge, I followed. "They do not believe so, how difficult it all falls, for months I could not wash my hair," he laments, while behind us revert to the refrigerator door and the lights go out. "I do not understand how I got on their list," is shrinking. "This is completely irrelevant," replies Phettberg, "in here, I rule absolutely, and absolute power is always arbitrary," I sit in the trap, "But I am aware of no guilt ..." "So you imagine me innocent guilty? There is a feeling of the greatest pleasure for me if her colleague in front of the refrigerator door, let's say tomorrow, with my DNA in the ass, is found dead, I have not killed him, so innocent am! A clear conscience I could face the penalty and looked after me would know! "I stare frozen in the dark. "Come and have continued since the rear chairs, my grandfather in 1907 are self-made, I only have old furniture and clothes, for something new I can not spend money," he drives a match, light it on. The refrigerator turns on the inside much more spacious than it looks from the outside, but, besides the two chairs and the three pack of crackers, at the entrance, he is also empty, I think, close Phettberg on the frozen refrigerator bottom in the direction of his grandfather chairs sliding.
"Wim Duisenberg is dead, "cries Phettberg," What? "It is windy, we arrived at the chairs. "My debts have already arrived at fifty thousand € and with every step they will be more outside the home. The other day I went to Cologne, the fee was so low that I have consumed on the way in the dining car, you know? That's the problem! The cost me out of my apartment to tow, in a take me far too narrow seat on the plane or train or theater space, all of these injuries happen to me here may, of these small allowances, and of these a lot to be covered to small fees never ! Each walking outside the home, "says He sat on the chair in the refrigerator, "is hell and brings gallons of sweat, stress and panic at any time means five pounds of fat and a thousand € more debt! To move outside the home can, I would have been to see a hairdresser, buy me new clothes in the right size and this also from time to wash, you know what it cost me alone a visit to the laundromat a lot of effort and money? Clothes in my size are virtually non-existent, I need custom-made, which I can not afford, of course, this blue shirt that I wear now is now seventeen years old and the only thing I still fits! "The blue shirt was enough to the navel, I drifting back to the grandfather's chair in the dark of the refrigerator while Phettberg slowly disappears into the fog. He turns to leave shortly on his toes. "If they reach Africa, they align in mind that the Boys this week are just for me, all love"
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