"Mit der Materialität von Artefakten verschwindet aber weit mehr als die geheimnisvolle Aura; mit ihr verschwinden Realität, Geschichte und Gedächtnis."

Prof. Dr. Dr. h.c. Aleida Assmann

"Er war taufrisch und schön wie eine Rose. Dauernd hat er Papier aus der Tasche gezogen und darauf geschrieben", erklärte er. Trotz aller Eile und Aufregung konnte sich der Romancier des Staunens nicht enthalten. "Sogar auf der Flucht schreibt er noch. Fürwahr, ich habe ein Genie entdeckt, wie es nur alle hundert Jahre einmal vorkommt. Und ich sollte es schon wieder verloren haben?" sagte er zu sich.

aus "Ad astra", Slawomir Mrozek

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmvK7A84dlk

William Kentridge, "Automatic Writing" / "Zeno beim Schreiben"

„Der Punkt ist Urelement, Befruchtung der leeren Fläche. Die Horizontale ist kalte, tragende Basis, schweigend und „schwarz“. Die Vertikale ist aktiv, warm, „weiß“. Die freien Geraden sind beweglich, „blau“ und „gelb“. Die Fläche selbst ist unten schwer, oben leicht, links wie „Ferne“, rechts wie „Haus“.“

– Wassily Kandinsky: Punkt und Linie zu Fläche (1925)

Illustration in the Graphic (1887). Journey to the Spirit of Life; Ayesha, having crossed the ravine, beckons Holly, Leo, and Job to follow her using the wooden plank. A shaft of light divides the darkness about them.


Illustration by E.K. Johnson for the Graphic (1887). Ayesha about to enter the Pillar of Fire, with Holly, Leo and Job dumbstruck in fear.

"She", Rider Haggard

01.09.2007

because direct is another feeling

auf der kleinen Brücke zum Weichselplatz

23.03.2008, leer stehende RAW Halle, Berlin

He turned about to the orchard side of his garden and began to whistle -- a low soft whistle. She could not understand how such a surly man could make such a coaxing sound.

Almost the next moment a wonderful thing happened. She heard a soft little rushing flight through the air -- and it was the bird with the red breast flying to them, and he actually alighted on the big clod of earth quite near to the gardener's foot.

"Here he is," chuckled the old man, and then he spoke to the bird as if he were speaking to a child.

"Where has tha' been, tha' cheeky little beggar?" he said. "I've not seen thee before today. Has tha, begun tha' courtin' this early in th' season? Tha'rt too forrad."

The bird put his tiny head on one side and looked up at him with his soft bright eye which was like a black dewdrop. He seemed quite familiar and not the least afraid. He hopped about and pecked the earth briskly, looking for seeds and insects. It actually gave Mary a queer feeling in her heart, because he was so pretty and cheerful and seemed so like a person. He had a tiny plump body and a delicate beak, and slender delicate legs.

"Will he always come when you call him?" she asked almost in a whisper.

"Aye, that he will. I've knowed him ever since he was a fledgling. He come out of th' nest in th' other garden an' when first he flew over th' wall he was too weak to fly back for a few days an' we got friendly. When he went over th' wall again th' rest of th' brood was gone an' he was lonely an' he come back to me."

The secret garden, Burnett, Frances Hodgson

as time goes by

yuhuu, der tangram generator!

http://www.designkind.de/tangram.html

parque de la pena

Siedimi accanto,
qui più vicina;
dammi la mano,
guarda la luna
che sale
Da mille anni
noi camminiamo sempre compagni,
fin che sarà

la canzone di momo

Estela de La Ventilla