„Beware of similarities.“

I want to tell a little story. During the cold weather period I can continue my wood work in a near glass shop. The shop-holders wife passes there several times a day and wonders what the result of my carving would be. She does not really accept my refuses: “ I see a little bear, yes this is something like a 🐻! “ Of course do I watch how forms become organically without my intention.But until the last minute I want to give the wood a chance to  „express itself „. We all know and appreciate the high quality of traditional japanese, chinese, african art; we are impressed by the early egyptian , stone age, migration time or the art of the european ‚ dark Middle Ages ‚. But those artists were craftsmen in ritual duties, they didn’t know the free individual esthetic choice we have today. Quality was to match tradition, general expectations and the taste of the costumer. Today we create our own quality standards as part of our artistic production. So if my neighbor asks for similarities does she follow a natural impulse to define the unknown and  give it a place in an unsteady, nostalgic world. And it’s not easy to explain why similarity is only a secondary quality – if at all. Now you see why I beware of similarities. I want to be authentic and follow my own quality standards.

Wir sind so konditioniert, dass wir unsere Welt erkennen und den Dingen Namen geben. Natürlich gilt das auch für künstlerische Gegenstände, bloß ist das nicht immer erwünscht. In meinem Fall stören gegenständliche Assoziationen, weil im Zentrum meiner Holzarbeiten der Dialog mit dem Material steht.

"…save it for a rainy day!"

Sometimes re-reading the heroes of study- times is surprising. The word “ Einfühlung“ (empathy) hit me this grey december morning when I paged through Wilhelm Worringer’s “ Abstraktion und Einfühlung“ from 1907. In my study years Worringer wasn’t our first choice. But right now with my intention to investigate art practice and its impact on everyday experience his thesis becomes suddenly important. The basic idea is, that if you look empathic on a human being, animal, landscape, you increase not only your knowledge about people, nature or object, but also about yourself. Alright, this grey morning I looked through some older pictures without any particular interest, when one of the paintings caught my eys. It is probably 15-20 years old. I remember the style. In this very moment it was as if the sun broke through the haze. Colors, vitality and narrative began to light my melancholy and made me come return to this bright and amazing world. 

‚ Einfühlung ‚ in ein früheres Bild kann zu einer veränderten Sichtweise und Stimmung führen. Hier half sie bei der Überwindung einer sich gerade festsetzenden Melancholie.

Motivation- a note on Christmas angels

Alublech- und Acrylfarbe, 2016
Alublech- und Acrylfarbe, 2016

My motivation to cut angels out of metal sheets was not really spiritual. It came from my lovely but not angel like wife, mentioning „why don’t you…?“ Ok, I did .After a while I liked it to cut metal in a way we know from clothes making; after that I played with colors, designs, robes, wings, body shapes, hairstyles.. To combine a very simple cut with decorative elements was my contribution to the world of angels, their spiritual and real existence. Angels are a product of religious and artistic culture. Can you imagine mediaeval religiosity and art without angels and can you imagine angels without the knowledge of Simone Martini, Fra Angelico, Jan van Eyck, Matthias Grünewald a. o.?

It's never too late!!

Engel mit Verständigungsproblemen
When I watched Scorsese’s movie about Bob Dylan I realized the significance of his relationship with the audience. It seemed that songwriting was less important for him than the question how to communicate with an audience. Certainly I am ot B.D. and I will not win a Nobel- price, but when I decided to blog thoughts on art by combining own texts and works, I couldn’t realize that communicating this little ‚pieces ‚ would become the most important part in the game. At first glance it were trivial things, that taught me to understand this. Hosting, publication and the change of server turned out to be more difficult than I could imagine before. It had a strong impact on the whole project. Every post  was a little work for its own and required its own particular decisions about image, text and communication in an unknown open space. I noticed that there were special rules, which I didn’t know and which were far off my experiences. That relativized my ideas about the importance and relationship between text and image completely. The most important issue is how to communicate them. But when I was exhausted and depressed I said to myself: „It’s never too late!“ and tried again. Maybe I should have better blogged about my lack of physical exercises, my sleeping habits or problems to become a vegetarian. 

Als Ich mich für einen Blog entschied, war mir nicht klar, welches Neuland ich betrat. Es war der Schritt aus der ich-Welt in eine Informationswelt, in der Inhalte in neuen Parametern erscheinen und wahrgenommen werden.

Just a cold…? 

A bad day / ein schlechter Tag
A good day / ein guter Tag
Blockade
A good day / ein guter Tag

Yesterday I felt horrible. Practicing a kind of meditation I spread my familiar letters over the paper: boring! Today I felt much better, my spirits were rising, optimism and courage returned. Now I could do things relaxed and didn’t care about aesthetic correctness. In the afternoon I worked with my mahogany -block and decided to do a hard cut. The days before I didn’t even know how to go on. This observation can certainly not be generalized. There were also days when, although I had caught a cold, I painted concentrated- certainly not very inspired. And there were days when I felt overboarding energy – and produced rubbish. And seriously: do we see whether a painting was done while the artist suffered from terrible headaches? No, there is no pity for the artists, there is only good or bad art.

Ich hab mich an zwei Tagen beobachtet; einem vergrippten und dem darauf folgenden Tag der Besserung. Fazit: Es gibt kein Mitleid mit den Künstlern, nur gute und schlechte Kunst.

Metamorphosis

img_2688Metamorphosis as a term is important for natural sciences. We all know Metamorphosis in mythology. Even if we don’t use it as term the phenomenon is familiar in art. Just think about the ice age, the cave painting and carving of bones as f.e. the ‚Löwenmensch‘. In our Middle Ages are creatures as a mix of man and beast everywhere. A real cut came with the print media and the flyers. So became metamorphosis a basic element of the comic strip.

The metamorphosis has a magic attraction for artists. And I love it. A few days ago I discovered a booklet that I designed and wrote 1990: ‚Das war Buri. Bilder aus einem vergessenen Leben.‘ Tübingen 1990.ISBN 3-87324-088-2