What have I been up to during the last weeks? There has been a lot of photographing, reading, thinking, cooking, laughing and talking... The same as always yet always different... I feel supremely inspired.
Discussions of the last weeks have made me reconsider a lot of my jaunty little-girl-life-concepts. The world weighs much heavier on my shoulders now - but it's as beautiful as always to me. Maybe even more. However, while reflecting and trying to find my way in this jungle of new demands, I remembered a word I heard months ago in an Austrian radio show; it's called Quarterlife Crisis. I started to investigate and came across Erik H. Erikson, the guy we have to blame that the words identity and identity crisis are nowadays everyday-words. To cut it short: I'm reading his book Identity: Youth and Crisis; and I have to say that it's great to read some psychological stuff once in a while.
These are two old demonstrators standing in front of the University building every day. I have no clue what they want and neither do they.
Now I have a nice psychological advice for you:
Run! There's a camera!
My camera has become some kind of third eye, or second mouth, or however I can express the fact that my Self has somehow decided to shift from linguistic to visual eloquence (I know some people who are probably utterly thankful to hear this). Whatever goes on in side of me at the moment, I haven't the faintest idea of how to put it in words. But a simple click of my beloved Nikon does it. Thanx to the generous donator! :)
Summer waved good-bye
I don't even care to write coherent posts any more. Now I'll be talking about things like music and art and literature again. Because, you know, input is important.
If waiting until February seems to long for you and you want something inspiring right now, go to Peter Callesen's Homepage. It's surprising what beautiful things one can cut out of a little piece of paper, and I guess his artform is what some people would call "sustainable".
If on the other hand you happen to be not such an artsy kind of person or/and longing for something deep and meaningful, I highly recommend Gustav Herling's book A World Apart. I'll simply go with Albert Camus and tell you that this book about life in a Soviet Gulag should be published and read in every language. It may seem paradox, but one can actually draw hope from these accounts of the darkest pits of (un)human condition and despair.
Not so inspired to read a book like this in winter? I've got something else, namely Mikhail Naimy's The Book of Mirdad. And when you're done with it you'll have accomplished a whole year's reading, because this is 20 books in one. Just better. And that's all I can say if I don't want to desecrate this piece of art. Thanks to the generous donator!
And now to something completely different:
This is what shadows look like at this time of the year - picture taken at 12:30.
And finally: Voilà Maman: un rayon "godis" dans une vidéothèque. Il y en a un deuxième juste en face. Et c'est presque la même chôse au super-marché... Miamiamslurp...
These are two old demonstrators standing in front of the University building every day. I have no clue what they want and neither do they.Now I have a nice psychological advice for you:
Wanna make friends? Go paint in public. No matter how bad your art may be, I'll bet you that you'll have made three new friends in no time.
Wanna be alone? Go take pictures. I have no explanation, but the mere presence of a camera will create the aura of an untouchable around you. People will forgo you with at least 10m distance, or even wrap their lunch back in its box and leave the bench they have been sitting on. Haha. They think it's them you're taking pictures of. Ha. Arrogant egocentrics.
Run! There's a camera!My camera has become some kind of third eye, or second mouth, or however I can express the fact that my Self has somehow decided to shift from linguistic to visual eloquence (I know some people who are probably utterly thankful to hear this). Whatever goes on in side of me at the moment, I haven't the faintest idea of how to put it in words. But a simple click of my beloved Nikon does it. Thanx to the generous donator! :)
Summer waved good-byeI don't even care to write coherent posts any more. Now I'll be talking about things like music and art and literature again. Because, you know, input is important.
So, first, go and listen to E.S.T.! They haven't payed me to tell you this, so just trust my sincere recommendation. I haven't heard anything so vibrant, luscious and deep in a long time (my favourite: Seven Days of Falling) Erm... and they are playing in Vienna, February 23rd 2007... Ah, by the way, this is some kind of rock-jazz-post-bop. Whatever, trust me, Scandinavians are by far the best European Jazzers. They are! And I knew that before coming here.
If waiting until February seems to long for you and you want something inspiring right now, go to Peter Callesen's Homepage. It's surprising what beautiful things one can cut out of a little piece of paper, and I guess his artform is what some people would call "sustainable".
If on the other hand you happen to be not such an artsy kind of person or/and longing for something deep and meaningful, I highly recommend Gustav Herling's book A World Apart. I'll simply go with Albert Camus and tell you that this book about life in a Soviet Gulag should be published and read in every language. It may seem paradox, but one can actually draw hope from these accounts of the darkest pits of (un)human condition and despair.
Not so inspired to read a book like this in winter? I've got something else, namely Mikhail Naimy's The Book of Mirdad. And when you're done with it you'll have accomplished a whole year's reading, because this is 20 books in one. Just better. And that's all I can say if I don't want to desecrate this piece of art. Thanks to the generous donator!
And now to something completely different:This is what shadows look like at this time of the year - picture taken at 12:30.
And finally: Voilà Maman: un rayon "godis" dans une vidéothèque. Il y en a un deuxième juste en face. Et c'est presque la même chôse au super-marché... Miamiamslurp...
2 comments:
Thank you for being open to receive it
could you believe i'm still at it?! chapter 11... and i'm reading so slow because i don't want it to end :)
thanx so much!
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