serie of dreamers

Jorge Luis Borges

And i´ve done an other interpretation of a great artist. A friend of mine gave me this order as a present again for his friend who just moved to a new flat. Jorges Luis Borges was a great argentinian author and i really liked to do this drawing cos of his charisma and kind of unique face... the poem is:

" In which hole i could hide my soul so i wont see your absence
like a terrible sun without sunset, shining so absolute and merciless ?"

fanzine

In my last barcelona summer 2008 many stories happend, changes came, decisions fell and rised till i left the place i called home for 2 1/2 years in january 2009. what is left behind is this fanzine i made just before my departure...have a look and read here...

I get home from work, sit on my balcony and listen to this creepy 80‘s-song "i work hard for my money...i work hard for my money...lala...". The builder two floors down is singing some cuban verse in tune with the radio while the thumping noise of a sledgehammer drowns out the weird assortment of sounds. Yes, i also work hard for my money and feel envious of the person downstairs who just has to bring walls down and not have to worry about a short cash-up from the till, like i do. FUCKMONEY "lalala... i work hard for my money..." With a bad feeling in my stomach and offensive 80‘s sounds in my ear, i leave my flat because i don‘t want to be there but neither am i sure where else to go. In this situation i always escape to macba, where all the lost people of barcelona flee to. I´m arriving here amongst good company and even though i have bought 2 beers on the way to share with someone, i dont have the balls to ask if he wants to help me drink it. I start alone, finishing the first beer before opening the second with a group of punks on my left side and something to smoke between my fingers... I end up in deep conversation with one of them about the FUCKMONEY and how nice it would be without it...The punks parting words to me before i begin my familiar path home are: "We all have to love each other more. This world could be so beautiful... and that my dear is coming from a 45 year old punk!" I am not able to reply anymore, nor say anything against this, so i stumble home.

That happens when you studied something you dont want to be. Some get lost and i start a silkscreen- course instead of flash, draw more than i sleep and copie it 50 times...My first page in fanzine made for you and no one in special. First page makes first silk screen on your t-shirt or the one of your neighbour who likes it or not. Tell my stories and also yours, draw it anytime, anywhere...in here and on your chest, leg or back.

 

I know you think i dont have good manners when i ask for a favour, but sometimes i can be soooooooooo courteous, dont you agree?

MONSTERTALK

 

an ordinary love story

first...big love

 than second best

third...game over

monstertalk

Diplom FINISHED

Meine diplomarbeit „fundort barcelona“ wurde wiedergabe meines lebens in der katalanischen hauptstadt. Die sicht einer deutschen - (ehm…) eigentlich innenarchitektur-studentin, auf die zonen des stadtzentrums, auf ihre bewohner und besucher, atmosphären und orte.

Ein buch entstand, poetischer und illustrativer ausdruck zu meinem Barcelona- la chica führt den leser auf 33 seiten durch die atmosphären und ihre geschichten in der innenstadt, collagen aus gefundenem altpapier und fotos aus der straße, augenblicke und besondere orte auf alten buchseiten, dargestellt in text und grundrissen.

Gefundene schätze aus der straße zu wertvoll und interessant um versteckt zu bleiben- das Diarama de Barcelona - eine 1,20 x 1,20 meter große holzkiste. Die ausstellung zum buch… La chica löst sich aus den illustrierten buchseiten und zeigt dem besucher der ausstellung in sechs fotografien, welche fundstücke ihr in die hände gefallen sind. Das Diarama recycelt meine fundstücke, konserviert meine erlebnisse anhand von 120 kleinformatigen fotos und sieben minuten bcn-sound…




 

My final project „fundort barcelona“ became representation of my life in the catalan capital. It´s the few of a german -(ehm...) in fact interior-design- student, on the zones of the citycenter, its inhabitants and visiters, atmospheres and places. A book was born, poetical and illustrative expression about my Barcelona-La chica leads the reader over 33 pages through the atmospheres and her stories in the center, collages of wastepaper and photos of the street, moments and special places on yellow bookpages, represented in words and street plans. Found treasures of the street too precious and interesting to be hidden- my exposition Diarama de Barcelona- a wooden box of 1,20m x 1,20m is the exposition to my book...La chica jumpes out of her illustration and presents in a serie of six photos which treasures she could capture in one year Barcelona. The Diarama recycles the pieces of the garbage, conserves my experiences by using 120 photos and seven minutes bcn-sound...

drawings of my summer

ok, everything here in bcn seems to change, myself, my destinations, my friends, my feelings for barcelona...it´s time to make plans, to move on...but where i should go, when and why?! sometimes i really miss a big friend who takes me where i ought to be and shows me from above all my chances in life!

so sweet and so sour...