Lass Dich fallen,
lerne Schlangen zu beobachten,
pflanze unmögliche Gärten,
lade jemand Gefährlichen zum Tee ein,
mache kleine Zeichen, die ‚Ja’ sagen und verteile sie überall
in Deinem Haus.

Werde ein Freund von Freiheit und Unsicherheit,
freue Dich auf Träume.

Weine bei Kinofilmen,
schaukle so hoch Du kannst
mit einer Schaukel bei Mondlicht.

Pflege verschiedene Stimmungen,
verweigere ‚verantwortliche’ zu sein,
tu es aus Liebe.

Glaube an Zauberei, lache eine Menge, bade im Mondlicht.

Träume wilde, phantasievolle Träume

Zeichne auf die Wände, lies jeden Tag.

Stell Dir vor, Du wärst verzaubert,
kichere mit Kindern.

Höre alten Leuten zu, freue Dich, tauche ein, sei frei.

Preise Dich selbst, lass die Angst fallen, spiele mit allem.

Unterhalte das Kind in Dir, Du bist unschuldig,
baue eine Burg aus Decken,
werde nass,
umarme Bäume,
schreibe Liebesbriefe.

— Josef Beuys

[mit Dank an Julia]

Worth living:

An e-store for jewellery wrote me an email a few days ago, saying that they liked my photographs on theuntappedsource.com, asking whether I do fashion/beauty photography …

First I thought it was some kind of joke, hoax, or elaborate spam/ad, but they are serious about it.

YES, I do portrait (fashion/beauty) photography.

(greetings to Pavithra, if you’re reading this entry!)

From May 2005 until a few months back, I tried to ignore people as photography motives as hard as possible. And it worked pretty well, actually. I focused on architecture, landscape, and small weird things and oddities.

But then, joining a few communities, and having very beautiful people around me I am allowed to bug with my camera, I got more and more interested in taking pictures of people. So much actually, that (although I should really get my master’s thesis done) I went on a workshop a few days back.

Here is a first result. Other photographs will follow the next days (click the link to see a larger version).

More results:

• Julia
• Tina

(Moderne Kunst) = (das kann ich auch) – (ich habe es aber halt eben nicht gemacht)

And sometimes, you actually find great art on youtube. I love the idea, the setting, the atmosphere, the colors and the sound – great work!

[ thanks to the Doc for the link ]

Kunst ensteht aus der Unfähigkeit die Welt zu akzeptieren wie sie ist. Das gilt besonders für die Fotografie, der man gerne nachsagt, sie bilde die Dinge ab wie sie sind.

[ gefunden auf dem Einband eines Buches zur Aktfotografie ]

When I woke up this morning, my mind empty from slumber like a deep and flat dark pool inhabiting a silent cave, thoughts and feelings appeared on the shady ceiling and, one by one, slowly sprinkled into the icy water.

The first drop brought tiny ripples of black fluid into being which started to hurry away into the blackness. “Oh how wonderful!” came to my mind, accompanied by a feeling of delight and joy, followed by surprise that I suddenly felt so parted, and by a sense of yearning.
What was happening?

“I must be awake now”, I thought by myself, and grief and the sensation of loneliness started to overwhelm the slowly dissolving serenity induced by my wonderful dream.

Exhaustion and weariness lay heavily on my closed lids, and I felt uncomfortably warm and trapped in my bed. A split of a second later I realized I was still fully dressed, wearing a sweater and trousers, even socks, and started to search for reasons and memories, started to dig deeper, shocked after a few moments to find none at all.
What had really happened last night?

Startled, my eyes opened in order to search the room for answers, and I noticed that something unfamiliar – and yet strangely close and intimate – was asleep in my room, was in fact sleeping on me, on my black sweater: a tiny tangle of crimson cotton, resting peacefully on my chest.

A tiny tangle of crimson cotton of a crimson sweater.
A tiny tangle of crimson cotton of her crimson sweater.

And all of a sudden I knew three things:
I had not been asleep at all last night; my dream had been reality; and the last few seconds of reality had been the worst daydream ever: that it had all been just a dream.

Hours have passed.
I have not yet dared to move – afraid to wake it up, terrified to wake up.

I know I know, I have told you already to visit explodingdog.com … but the 2 pictures he put online today really touched me, and I just have to link them:

• Loving you has always hurt me
• I can’t sleep when you aren’t near me

You can find an interview with “Sam Brown”, the artist behind exploding-dog.com (one of my favourite web-”comics”) here .