HOTARU Firefly Dreams at Sea
November 23, 2011: Mineralogical Museum Baryt. Pohla. Erzgebirge Book covered in minerals Wavellit. Montgomery County, Arkansas, USA November 22, 2011: Christmas Markets Bavarian food stand by the Dom Hot drink stand at Heumarkt Trinket booth Friends! Heumarkt Snow Angel November 20, 2011: Architecture Model Draft of a model for one of my architecture projects Work in progress November 9, 2011: Kolumba Museum Dieter Krieg, In the Void is is Nothing 1998, cycle, 6 parts, acrylic and lucite on canvas The question concerning the relationship between reality and pictorial reality is a recurrent theme throughout the entire work of the painter Dieter Krieg (1937-2005), who taught as a professor at the Düsseldorf Academy for nearly 25 years and had his studio near Cologne. More than the hint provided by the falling glass - for example, to the vanitas symbolism in Netherlandish still life painting - his works themselves lead to our grappling with life and death because they link 'the created and the uncreated, the beautiful and the unpleasant, the namable, and the unnamable' (Marion Ackermann). ' A statement runs across the top of the series of three upright and three horizontally-rectangular paintings, word for word 'In', 'der', 'Leere', 'ist', 'ist', 'nicts', which could be supplemented to 'nichts' (nothing). The dimensions of the paintings, the dividing of the individual words onto separate canvases, and the blurred writing form resistances, hindrances, Neither quick reading, nor quick looking, and - even less - a quick comprehension seem to be desired here; rather, an unsettling state brought about by the amalgamation of the pictorially visual with the syntactic narrative structures... 'In the void is is nothing'. What appears questionable in terms of grammar, like stammering, a stuttering amounting to a tautology, may turn out to be a complex reflection on the use of language and images, as a play on the blurred relationships of conceptual thoughts...' (Dirk Teuber). November 4, 2011: Neumarkt & Halloween Buying Berliner Jelly Donuts Merzenich Bakery at Neumarkt Halloween at Heller's Brauhaus November 1, 2011: Gazzaniga & Murakami The interpreter creates the illusion of a meaningful script, as well as a coherent self. Working on the fly, it furiously reconstructs not only what happened but why, inserting motives here, intentions there - based on limited, sometimes flawed information. One implication of this is a familiar staple of psychotherapy and literature: We are not who we think we are. We narrate our lives, shading every last detail, and even changing the script retrospectively, depending on the event, most of the time subconsciously. Decoding the Brain's Cacophony / NYTIMES "Concentration is one of the happiest things in my life," he said. "If you cannot concentrate, you are not so happy. I'm not a fast thinker, but once I am interested in something, I am doing it for many years. I don't get bored. I'm kind of a big kettle. It takes time to get boiled, but then I'm always hot." ...You could even say that translation is the organizing principle of Murakami's work: that his stories are not only translated but about translation. The signature pleasure of a Murakami plot is watching a very ordinary situation (riding an elevator, boiling spaghetti, ironing a shirt) turn suddenly extraordinary (a mysterious phone call, a trip down a magical well, a conversation with a Sheep Man) - watching a character, in other words, being dropped from a position of existential fluency into something completely foreign and then being forced to mediate, awkwardly, between those two realities. A Murakami character is always, in a sense, translating between radically different worlds: mundane and bizarre, natural and supernatural, country and city, male and female, overground and underground. His entire oeuvre, in other words, is the act of translation dramatized.The Fierce Imagination of Haruki Murakami / NYTIMES OLDER >>		Monica is an aspiring architect, current student, painter, artist, residing for a year in Germany. Here she collates her photos with evocative quotes she encounters. I tell you: one must have still chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourself. Friedrich Nietzsche They rode out on the high prarie and slowed the horeses to a walk and the stars swarmed around them out of the blackness. They heard somewhere in that tenentless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was. They rode out on the round dias of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it. And which carried them and bore them up into the swarming stars so they rode, not under them, but among them. And they rode at once both jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric. Like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing. Cormac McCarthy Archives: 2011: November October September Themes: art architecture photography theory philosophy ecology innovation imagination