INSIGHT

AURA POWDER (of) OZ…

ART LIFE, INSIGHT

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I was searching for light and got lost in the fog…

I presaged some darkness and thus lost my love.

This is the law of attraction, my law with affection.

This is why I started writing this blog.

And this is why I stopped for a long time.

This is why I left home 18 years ago.

This is why I returned home 18 years later.

9 years ago (right in the middle) I wrote my Schriftbild #4.

In entangling, rewinding and recalling spirals it says:

*what is past?*

*what is present?*

*what is future?*

*is all progress? all is progress.*

*is all change? all is change.*

*is all repetition? all is repetition.*

18 years ago I was wondering how in the world I could ever live on without my love…

9 years ago I was thinking about mankind and history.  I was wondering about how people could ever end up in something like war … and I presaged that they will do it again and again as they are and have always been just men.

Quite obviously we do not learn from history, from conscience or from knowlegde.

Same with my self: I develop, I advance, I proceed, I fail. I change. I start.

Everything rewrites IT SELF. It is ALL part of ONE circle.

There is no opposite and no seperate.

Darkness, fog and light, all in between moods and colours of life.

I am water. I am floating. In all different shapes and conditions.

I lost one stone and put one on top of the other.

One month ago Schriftbild #4 finally got a frame.

It is now ready to be properly shown or archived.

What a timing.

Today I am…

Repeating, recalling, rewriting the Vedas.

Repeating, recalling, rewriting myself.

Revisiting the Oak Tree I knew as a child and she remembers me well.

The Buzzard sends me his healing-feathers and wisdom-calls of change.

And after a timehole-moment of self-doubt and fog-head my heart is still broken,

but my hand is in progress and as she is – I am…

…In Silence and Peace.

This is why I do my art, my love.

ABRAXAS PAINFUL OKTAGON

AN ARTISTS REALITY, ART LIFE, INSIGHT
Moon

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Kefalonia is not an Island.

She is a person.

Named after Cephalus.

This is what she looks like and this is what she feels like.

She is a wild and angry person and not only that…

She is transforming love and pain constantly.

Last year I came here to speak to the Ocean and its inhabitants, mainly the dolphins and turtles that I hoped could read my watery letters which I sent every single day. I wanted them, as in former times, to come back and show up at the coasts of this island, so people would be reminded how beautiful these related creatures are and might learn to appreciate instead of harming them.

In the end, I did not see a single dolphin, BUT: Finally we heard them singing at night.

My favourite beach is called Avythos. As it is the closest I can walk there easily. But also I fell in love with its wild beauty and the view it shares on Theos Island.

This beach changes depending on the weather and even each single day and time.

Last year at this time, the beach was full of stones. With ist bizzare huge rocks that had been thrown into the sea by earthquakes, it had this mysterious atmosphere of a Stone Desert right by the Sea.

I was so happy to observe that turtles would come there at night to secretely leave their eggs on Avythos which were then protected by the kefalonian people.

This year I find my beach full of sand, I cannot find my precious stones of which I was intending to once again built an energy rising Spiral for my project.

I start to clean the beach instead. What I find are tonnes of plastic, iron, styropor, cans.

It becomes more depressing when you start collecting shoes, doll arms, barbed wire and clothes and in the end, when you dig deeper, you finally recognise that about half of the sand exists of tiny partcicles of human-made poison and start realizing that we carry these particles, too. That´s probably why we do not even dare to think about our ocean´s inhabitants any more. More than 90 % are gone anyway.

Not to think about this is a crime, though. It is murder. We are killing constantly.

I cannot carry all this. It is a single beach and I would need a lorry. So I will have to play Sisyphos, collect it and every time I get there carry it closer to civilization hoping some people will open their eyes and hearts and help. But even if I do…

What this garbage tells you …

…a sensitive being can hardly bare.

Last year Avythos was full of turtle nests.

Two days ago I did not find ONE.

I found something else.

A huge dead Loggerhead.

She had made it to this beach for decades

and this time she had died when giving birth.

The Island and my heart suffer from many tiny earthquakes.

My dolphin friends will not come again.

Together with the sand and this turtle they tell you the story of humans drilling for oil.

They are selling their souls and they are digging their own children´s graves.

Kefalonia is not an Island.

She is a wild and angry person and not only that…

These days she is sad.

And I am crying with her as I am a tiny part of this.

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ANGEL PASSES OVER

AN ARTISTS REALITY, ART LIFE, INSIGHT

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Summer 2012

I have just finished an installation including a drawing on the wall repetiting one of Hölderlin ́s sentences „There live sun and air and earth and their children extraneous around one another, these lonesomes, as if they didn ́t belong each other.” The wall is facing some stacks of handtorn empty papersheets that were filled by time and thought and include old books with titles that could tell everything and nothing (such as „Beauty“, „Philosophy“, „Greek“, „Nostradamus“, „Healing Methods“…) but won ́t help against the feeling that Hölderlin was having more than 200 years before me having it.

After a few months of working and thinking in isolation I sit down and light a candle. At 00:00 o a huge bat comes flying through my atelier window. It surrounds the installation, it is a mystical moment, first thrilling and then calming, adoring this creature flying in perfect circles. At 00:05 it leaves through the window again. The next day one of the stacks –Philosophy- has fallen apart. What could this tell? Is this my art falling apart? Is it Philosophy falling apart? Is it my world falling apart?

I don ́t know. I have many questions. I have no answers. However, one year after the bat, I quit my old life by leaving everything behind that I had tried to believe in. I started to learn how to convert energy.

I read about power animals two years later. Old Shamans believe: If a bat comes into your life, it will change your thinking and question the life you are living right now.

ATLANTIS POWER OPAQUE

AN ARTISTS REALITY, INSIGHT

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°WATER°

From the beginning of my life I was drawn to water. I did not live by the Ocean, neither were many lakes and rivers around the little village I grew up in. Even though I was dreaming of it permanently. I remember a period in my early childhood, when I had a dream every night. I was standing on a cliff staring at the Ocean. I would raise my hands, jump down, fly slowly, dive deep in, feel great, feel home, feel alive, without any fear… and everytime I tried to reach the surface again I would wake up. Everyday I found myself lying on the floor next to my bed.

When I was sixteen I wanted to become an Ocean Biologist but I soon found out that the ways I learn are different to all the ways you will be educated at any school or in any system.

Being with the Ocean will heal my body and clear my soul right away. I feel without time, without space and without any borders in thinking and corresponding.

When I have to leave it, my soul becomes foggy, I cannot think clearly and noise, information overflow, machines and many people make me escape to my own little world in my room again.

Our World and our Body is mostly out of water. Leonardo da Vinci says „the Old believe that a human is an earth in small.“ Heraklit says „everything floats“. Other humans have changed the waterflow on earth. They have cut its natural ways and are permanently controlling other energies, too. We all shall be careful about controlling our own energies and be prepared not to also cut our own veines or the flow of thoughts.

I am posing the question: If water can understand music and words based on the research of Masaru Emoto (who made photographs of frozen Water Crystals to show that water coming from a spring or listening to Bach´s Music would form a perfect crystal whereas Water influenced by Heavy Metal Music or coming out of the tab forms a destroyed Crystal)… if water is information and we are creators of information or even information ourselves… Could water read our minds, our thoughts and what if…?

ATTEMPT PEOPLES OPTIMISM

AN ARTISTS REALITY, INSIGHT
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THE A P O IS A CALLING FROM ONE PROFESSIONAL CREATOR TO THE OTHER.

ALL CREATIVE BEINGS LIVE ON THEIR OWN ISLANDS IN THIS BIG MULTIVERSAL WORLD. THEREFORE SOMETIMES IT IS HARD FOR THEM TO CONNECT.
WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN LANGUAGE AND SYSTEM INSIDE.

FOR EXAMPLE MY ISLAND IS BASED ON QUESTIONS ABOUT UTOPIES, HUMANITY, PHILOSOPHY, TIME, KNOWLEDGE, TRUTH, INFORMATION ( OVER- OR UNDERFLOW), WATER, LIGHT, NATURE, COMMUNICATION, …
THE LANGUAGE OF MY ISLAND IS VISUAL AND HEALING ART.

NOW IMAGINE WE COULD COMMUNICATE LIKE WHALES.

WOULD YOU TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PATH IN THE OCEAN AND THE STARS YOU FOLLOW?

IF YOU DO OR DON`T … I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT MINE ON THIS BLOG.

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