i'll be a boy
and i pick my sweets...
like you choose yours...
but differently...

how long will you wait?

mixed media, 2009, private collection (for christine & lukas)

did you know?

that i can be silent

publication

i published a photo of mine in a greek magazine... (print and online edition)


have a look at it online: this link , then page 50-51

models were: szilvi and dimitris who had been interviewed for his colour-project



the photo itself is part of an older series of mine about urban alienation

pulse

hamburg city glow-worm

and then he danced all night

the more "friends" you collect, the more i am out in the streets

bellealliancestrasse



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osterstrasse

your way

(thx to malte for the tripod and lukas for his camera)

useless information

lukas

urban interventions - - - - - clothesline------ (beach edition)

today's intervention in the streets of hamburg: "osterstrasse" and "schulterblatt" corner "beim grünen jäger"

"again thx to lukas!"

urban interventions j-PEGS

hamburg, germany, is my new playground.

osterstrasse


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osterstrasse


osterstrasse


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bellealliancestrasse


bellealliancestrasse


schulterblatt


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susannenstrasse


(photo credits to lukas!)

a catastrophy on the fata morgana

exile in your own country

neu Lich T

change is:


wiped clean

nailed down

glued together

cut off


light on
& off

to make a cash payment

you release it
you let it go

there is no need to stray in alleyways
where you hear the sound of a floating river

i have devoted myself to a lust for being lost
looking for the right presentation of no confidence

can you imagine a baby denying the mother's breast?
have you seen your parents having sex?

this world knows how to treat you better
this world has a system and a grid

unconditionally

i am far away
and i don't know why i have to smile

because it is funny
that we forget
and remember
without having a choice

you complicate the future
when i could be just there
for an embrace

and then we remember
and it is already too late

the winter will arrive eventually
and i



did not ask you why

arrival in hamburg

no room, no job...
no computer, no camera, no tools...

so i look in the streets for materials...

but hell yeah.. they are so clean...

nevertheless i looked carefully and i found some...

in san vito lo capo

i will tell you
about today

when i jumped

from a cliff
from high up

right into the sea

and i felt close
to whatever it was

even here

zona industriale Brancaccio, Palermo

ninny-hammered

when i am a stranger i can turn into dust
right in front of your eyes
your look might touch my face
but wherever i am spotted
fading images are those that remain

inside

zarathustra for beginners

in the very early hours of the past saturday i left palermo for a little trip through the mountains of northern sicily. my destination was a lake by the village of piana degli albanesi which is located around 30 kilometres south-west of palermo.


i had decided to walk the whole way not knowing what to expect after the first mountain that i had to pass.


and i found more mountains and hills...


after several hours of hiking and walking up and down i arrived at the lake...


for the night i wanted to find a place on a hill where i could sleep... i chose the one on the left..


and everywhere i go i see faces.. even on top of that hill (900 metres> is that a mountain or a hill??)


me and the stony face quickly became friends and i decided to stay with it over night setting up my camp inside of it. there was a strong wind so i built a little wall to protect my legs from it.. (it did not help i froze my ass off during the night)..



the stone even took a photo of me some hours before i went to sleep...



on the following day i walked back towards palermo. there were no buses running on that sunday so i had to go by foot even though i had a lot of pain in my feet due to the two wrong pair of shoes i had taken with me. it took me twice the time to return as i had to stop every half an hour because of the pain. i also chose a different route for my way back which was a bit longer...


a possible mafia victim..


rocks didn't roll that much..


finally i could see palermo in the far distance...but it would still take me around three painful hours out of eleven for that day to return back home..

eco quest

here is my little test of a perpetual mobile.

it is located on a balcony in a street in palermo (via maqueda) where i am staying at the moment..
the heavy and fast traffic adds to the wind that blows through the street and keeps the mobile in continous movement...

it is made out of found objects (wheels from a kid's buggy and a propeller of a fan)..

i don't want to emphasize the ecological aspect of it too much, but i cannot deny the lacking environmental awareness in this city...

(if i find a placement with better visibilty then i will change its location)..(and if i can get hold a video camera then i will put some footage on here as well)

bolero

reminding myself that i need more than my eyes to see

link

to all missed opportunities

everlong

and yet, it was in my head...
pumping

"don't blow it"...
("please, not this time")


but i cannot help it.

i blew it again..
like many times before....

so i remember these moments...
with nostalgia, but i feel pleasure too...
as it never happened./..

but what if it did?!

q-tips on my shoulder

I hardly remember the dust on my window
where my fingers used to play

scratches on my body once marked your territory
when i still believed earth was flat

now that my head is buried in sands
the salt on my open skin will not wash away
until i have found a rusty armor
that i can polish again

everything is said and done

dungeons and aftermaths

maria und ada

down to the nitty-gritty

"Ain’t that picture look dusty?!"

"Folks sometimes take me for a
nincompoop on account of the
shabby first impression I make,
whereas I've always thought of
myself as being just a rung down
from the James brothers.
And I was hoping if I ran
into you aside from those
peckerwoods, I was hoping I could
show you how special I am. I
honestly believe I'm destined for
great things, Mr. James. I've got
qualities that don't come shining
through right at the outset, but
give me a chance and I'll get the
job done - I can guarantee you
that."

(from the The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford)

BOB
Let me be your sidekick tonight.

FRANK examines his cigarette, sucks it once more, and
flips it onto the roadbed.

FRANK
Sidekick?

BOB
So you can examine my grit and
intelligence.

FRANK
I don't know what it is about you,
but the more you talk, the more
you give me the willies. I don't
even want you anywhere within
earshot this evening. You
understand?