Notes Archive for Thoughts

This interview was conducted by AI for the “Begleitbuch” for the Exhibition “Ursprünge” at the Heussenstamm Stiftung in Frankfurt am Main, Germany. The Exhibiton was from May 29th 2024 until June 22nd 2024 at the Heussenstamm Stiftung in Frankfurt, Braubach Straße 34. It was part of the RAY Tienniale of…

when the house is beautiful, then the thoughts within can become more beautiful. even if the house is itself a thought, or an imagined edifice.every house and everything we have ever created began as a thought, or as a perceived thought. a dip into the giant explosion of the universe…

This is just a side note. As I was about to turn off this big screen here, I came across a small note from a very old friend. He commented on a picture I took almost 20 years ago. And he commented then. It did not take long until I…

I recently drove across Europe, in an over 30 year old camping bus. And I was trying to use as little diesel and oil as possible. But whom am I fooling. However, the experience was both profound and rejuvenating. Instead of death-scrolling, with my thumb, here I was slowly passing…

This is a new keyboard and a new screen. And by the time I will be reading this again, both might seem archaic. But I also have the feeling that I will need to run whatever I am writing through some kind of spell checker. So, all a bit of…

Last time I visited Hampstead Heath I walked around the Tumulus. I walked around the fence a few times, looking for messages to emerge, some kind of anything to radiate into me. I think it might have. The meeting I had later that day seemed a success, then it turned…

The limits in the way we are and behave are so profound. Such weak fragile creatures, naked, dependent oil each other to survive and thrive. We can barely see and barely hear. And the feelings we have are beautiful and complex but we have not found a way yet to…

Everything is interconnected. And everything is interdependent.We are part of an incredibly fortunate few, in a very fortunate era. This is the moment, the time, the place.It is impossible to overstate its significance. The art I create is the expression of a necessity. I am expressing what needs to be…

It took me decades to finally write in English, in a way that could be understood. And I wonder if it will take just a few more years for me to lose that skill? Not sure how this will work. Or not. And I also wonder if any more languages…

What is the maximum amount of time a human can be happy? And how strong may this happiness be, so it can last? How beneficial would it be for the world to make humans capable of sustained happiness? And what would be the cost of that change be on the…

Take a rock. And look at it with your palm. Do you see how the billions of years it took to shape this rock are touching you. Carry the rock with you, if you can. In the palm of your hand might be the best. Perhaps in your mouth would…

Much of what I left behind in 1996 seems to still be in my father’s attic. I managed to retrieve a mini-bus load recently. There are many more to still emerge. And with the books and paper layers, many notes emerge too. They are from before I left for New…

The circle of friends that slowly turns into something akin to a neolithic calendar. Placed on a plane near a highway. The roof gone for millennia. One of the monoliths seems to have remnants of paint on it.Many others have crumbled.One was taken away. Will anyone ever know how they…

It was at the beginning of the 90’s and I was working as an instructor for tv graphics in Baden Baden. For some reason the hotels in which I would usually stay were all booked and so I was sent to spend the night in a small bed and breakfast…

Everything is everything. This here is here because of you. And you are here right now looking at these words, making gentle sounds in your head. It is your all your voice, a voice that was given to you by the village, the family, the mother, the world. And…

It’s easy to burn candles at both ends. And the applause is lovely for sure. But can you forget that you are a candle and just glow? Can you turn into a circular candle and not even want to be alight ever? Just a fat ring of wax, holding on…

March first. Think later. Imagine what is on the other side of this crazy brown hill ahead. And then the imagination will possibly reward you, if it is not very good. And it will punish you if the expectations it built are unattainable.The beautiful patterns of temples. The mosaics over…

This might not be the right time for promises. But it feels like this is a time for writing and making and for connecting. This very blog here was originally created as a response to 9/11. Thousands of innocent people had died and it was becoming more and more clear…

When I first started writing here, it was to create a counterbalance from within myself and for myself. The twin towers had just been destroyed, and from their ashes emerged both the feelings of empathy and kindness but also eventually a certain amount of hate. After the first shock settled,…

Self medicated sleep deprivation. I think I. Remember that it works. At least it used to. It creates the illusion. Of quick decisions, a pretend-rational-bubble. It is a bit like being drunk on one’s own toxin-mix. Amplifiers can enter through the eyes, ears, mouth, skin. The possibilities are endless really….

The tea and the incense arrived at the same time. They were ordered from very different places. Yet here I am, looking at the tiny hot orange dot in the darkness, still feeling the energy of the freshly prepared Kuradashi Matcha, I just had the privilege to drink. I sat…

Every person, every living thing, every object, and even what we might not consider as anything; Everything is a transitional state of the “universe”. Including yourself, of course, and me too. We are under the illusion that what we are looking at is the outcome of a transformation, while it…

At the table in a smallest room of the apartment, with over a hundred boxes of books and items that would probably delight a hoarder more than me. I am staring at the big screen again, next to me a disk I am erasing completely, so I can give that…

I am not able to read Chinese really at all. Over the years I have been able to pick up a few characters, and some of them miraculously trigger sounds in me. It makes me happy to know that my mind is still hungry for something. It is not just…

The wood of the kitchen table had some odd grain patterns. Not all of it, just some of it had. Pieces of various trees had likely come together from different corners of a forest. The wood must have dried in some yard for a few years and was then put…

The summer is leaving on a steamy ship. The air in New York feels like the inside of a bun sold in a Beijing street. Inside time has stopped for quite a few objects, and now we are arranging them into new and quite chaotic constellations. Plastic robots eat plastic…

the little leaves on one of the plants turned a green so pale that i am not even sure the poor thing is still alive. what is it like to die as a plant? do the dreams of growth just evaporate? does the skin stop to itch? what kind of…

The very early mornings are most magical still. Even like the one today. We are basically in a cloud now. The air is heavy with humidity, to the point that I could probably hold a glass out the window and it would slowly fill with the breath of my sleeping…

The boxer looked at me suspiciously as I was on my way back to the seat behind his. I felt a bit as if he were just about attack me. But I guess that’s just the way he looks at people sometimes. It was a bit as if his eyes…

several walks today. variety of distances. several rolls of film. slowly getting used to shooting again. no i am not slowly getting used to shooting again. i have to relearn the most basic ways of seeing the connections that make decent pictures. finding that slideshow of some old photographs was…