Live Visuals for 'Kiloton - Language Lost'
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Aug 30
This losely relates to sentimentality. Finally.
clothes: ✔
printer: ✔
big knot of cables, cameras, chargers & adapters: ✔
the western and the electric guitar: ✔
a first batch of comics & ‘Broken Line’: ✔
the small cabinet: ✔
nerd’s toys to be scattered over a desk: ✔
the dollarbill I earned at age 9: ✔
a picture of her: ✔
desk & computer:
Jul 11
Yes, I'm doing it, with a heavy heart:
A big pruning of my photostream at flickr. Feels like cleaning house after a year of not doing so, well almost two years exactly. What a mess of actually (every so often) quite likable photographs, cropped to squares, framed and shadowed for reasons that are beyond my grasp by now. Not to mention the blatant inconsistency in everything postprocessing. My dear god. But it somehow hurts a little to delete pictures that people liked and faved. And that I liked and still do. Sorry for that, you people, should you miss them.
(Aalborg Zoo, August 12th, 2007)
Jul 04
A theory, conceived in a slighty drunken state
If Photography was Painting, the most prolific and famous blogs and magazines on the topic would write endless reviews about brushes, pigments and canvasses. You would be polled “What’s your favourite palette knife?” There’d be tutorials on how to set up your easel. Or how to draw a circle.
There would be no single mention of Rothko, Pollock, Picasso, Feininger, Warhol, Klee, Kandinsky, Marc, van Gogh etc. - just maybe, people would point you to the body of work of Rembrandt every once in a while. Instead, becoming a “Certified Bob Ross Instructor” would be the holy grail, the one thing to strive for.
(file under: thoughts about mainstream)
May 27
May 24
Bochum, Germany, 23.05.09, 16:27
27th of May: interesting how much this picture sticks out. I’m very much tempted to make a b/w conversion :)
May 18
May 17
So I made this walk yesterday...
…equipped with my camera, something that I have not done for quite some time, and ended up on city’s Central Cemetery. Which, architecturally, is a bit… awkward. Like, just add some black german vintage cars and voilà - there’s your set for a movie containing nazis. Probably tomorrow I will update this or make another post with some sort of slideshow…
However, what struck me during my exploration of said cemetery was a sign on a pole, stuck into the the grave of Hilde Rudolff. I don’t know who Hilde Rudolff was. As it appears, a few people did. The only inscription on the gravestone was “1913 - 1988”. This is a picture of the sign:
More precisely, this is a picture of the sign after I had relocated it. The text reads: “This family grave is scruffy. In accordance to the cemetery rules, the rights of use may be revoked for graves that are not maintained. Hereby, the holder of rights of use is requested to maintain the grave. The Chief Municipal Director”.
