Aesthetics always before legibility
The cool Poster for DTRH Festival 2012
Some of my Friend Russel’s Monkey Pencil Drawings for sale
Planet Mu Night, London
It behooves an artist more than anyone else to pitch a tent for only an hour and not build anything like a permanent residence. Isn’t he always a stranger among men? Isn’t his homeland somewhere else. Whatever he does, wherever he goes, he always feels himself an exile… What then can he do to escape his vague sadness and undefined regrets? He must sing and move on, pass through the crowd, scattering his works to it without caring where they land, without listening to the clamour with which people stifle them and without paying attention to the contemptible laurels with which they crown him. What a sad and great destiny it is to be an artist.
This is just fantastic
Arf! Today was a good day. I made the return pilgrimage in about an hour and a half. So much for round the corner. Landsberger Allee is quite long it turns out.
Formerly Straße 13, Frank Zappa Straße lies in the eastern outskirts, in former communist Berlin amid empty industrial buildings. There, Orwo Haus is a huge old factory building which accommodates 160 rehearsing bands. After 2 years campaigning, the musicians of Orwo Haus were successful in renaming the street, and paying homage to someone who, in their words, ‘was without taboo, musically versatile, provocative, and didn’t allow himself to be captured by capitalistic enterprises’. Otherwise there is a Neto and a Getränkemarkt, where, donning my Lumpy Gravy Tshirt i bought myself a beer.
Felix an his Machines
Le Radeau de la Méduse
Géricault versus Jaybo