red vine, blue print, yellow flowers, a monkey and me

Can you see the monkey?

There is one monkey (and No No No it is not me - I am just the man with a beard).

 

Have you still not found the monkey?  It is still not me.

....

Cheers

outcasting

One beer later I got it all 

photo by L.Gedeon C

Photoshoped by me
all rights reserved
Cheers

modern day hir, hir, hir

 

Cleaning paintings all day long makes me a Jack dully boy....

 

highway wind direction

the black cat

the blue keys

time to lose

wind 

and neighbor noises 

just a moment please

that's all 

around me

I see, I feel, I am

really?

who cares?

I certainly not...

concept of normal

Two hands, ten fingers, one mind, one soul, intention and time. That's all needed to do everything. Playing a guitar instead of a gun, painting instead of burning paintings, creating instead of destroying. I restore and make all day long paintings - some of them are religious. I do not know about any god. I like the idea of nature and I think that we take us to important in this whole yet unexplored universe. What if one day a gray little man in a spaceship comes over and tell us that god is gray and have seven eyes and do not really gives us a choice - get along or die (something we from the old continent did to so many nations like the native Americans for example). I really do not get the point of burning a painting because it do not fit in your tiny mind perspective. And I will never get the point of killing people for any cause, any idea, any what so ever. And to be clear - do not judge people by their outfits - I have my beard because in a esthetic way I like it - the thing over my head and my neck is because I wear a protection mask all day long, so it is much easier and more comfortable to wear it with some tissue between the mask and my head - no statement here (I even have some pink and blue tissue). And I refuse meat if I have not hunted it myself with my ten fingers...     

brightside

You are mine

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane

 what I am listening to?

 hmmm 

hmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmmm

 

Again one day

again the same feeling

again the same again 

 

30 minutes it feels good

30 it does not

Drive me crazy

But I will still hold on as much as I can

 

Kiss me  

Hold me

Touch me

Keep me apart

Get me crazy

Looking fine

Looking as fire

Looking as the whole world should look like

Looking happy

And it feels good 

at least for the 30 minutes

Time to sleep

time to dream

What lucky feeling that I can do all of that stuff

Once you get it

timeless

and so not important 

but for the moment

the most important whatever that exist

at least for me

and so

you are mine

baby 

;)

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane

Windlass detritus

so many things we can do, redo or undo in html and not in real life - here are some old time traveling ones, redid, remade, even destroyed...

Post normal ever now over and ever again

M.R.I.

M.R.

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M.R.S.

M.M.D.E.

M.m.d.

Photo

Circle

Plastic

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Do it over again.

Backwards.

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leider geil

Minority afterlife conception and priority

Minority and less and what else - afterlife? 

Things than matter :

Facebook

Google

Instagram

Youtube

RTV

INT

NT

TNT

Things that do not matter :

Nature

Air

Water

Life

Just things :

Table

Box

Spoon

Wall

Grid

Minority :

Humans with selfrespect

Humans with brain

and

ANIMALS

NATURE

PLANET

UNIVERSE

Afterlife : 

energy but who cares

Priority :

:)

 

the wizards tale from water

why, why, why???

Tiers, being sad and hope (at least hope last forever) - why we think that we are the all above any chain - the top of a pyramid we made to make us comfortable - all above any thing living on our tiny planet, we are the Number ONE - why we think we are better??? - because we are (once we are born and have this untouched something) - but than - the most of us ARE NOT - we grow and we are...
SCAM
CRAP
DO I HAVE TO CONTINUE
WE ARE NOT
NO
NO NO
NO NO NO
  AND
YES WE
ARE NOT BETTER THAN ANY
SALAD
RABBIT
TOMATO
DOG
CAT
hmmmm
WORM
GRASS
OR WHATEVER ELSE

Killing, pollution, raping, aggressing, invading, exploration, (that is the hmmm% of us humans - including suicide) - love, poetry, art, gardening, love, love and love, and other things important, dance, eating, compliments (that is the other hmmmm%part) 

And all of this to introduce to you this beautiful painting (has some things to redo like we the humans being)

cheers

there is no room

Sunday,

just a sunday, 

just one more, 

blue room, still empty

eudcation, excavation,

relevation, elevation, 

still just emotion,

emotions (S)

once here

once 6 feet under

once somewhere else.

Imagination.

False translation.

Nation (what a stupid word)

Play station 

:)

If you get my point

it is just a rainy beautifullllllllll day.

 

 

 

it is so so so easy (but read the fineprint)

work done, studio fine, tired, angry (with or without reason), but it will always bee - sleep over it and we will see it tomorrow ;)

importance of nothingness

Let's be truthful once in a while - like someone said on the blue site of internet :"I see so many clothes and not so many people"... There was once upon a time a man (a rich one) and he did not dressed up for a restaurant, so they did not sell him anything and he just said: "in this place, you are feeding clothes and not humans". Why do we do this to us??? What is the point? There are so many things in life not important at all - so please for your own sake stop carrying about it and just live your life. Starting by not killing each other over oil and milk for those out there pretending to be someone just because they wear fancy clothes. Once you get this idea that you are not
imortal
nor important you might get the chance to become your own legend at least in your own world and mind. That was deep ;) One of my own selfs should really sleep more.

Cheers 

Sunday morning blues

 

As sometimes in this very Sunday morning and I feel like John Cage and his Sunday morning blues and what do I do (the very first thing)? I do Internet, I do facebook (I will not write it with a BIG LETTER F), I do mail and than I do coffee (after that it’s like what everyone does - private jet, sex, some fancy food that looks good but taste -hmmm- let’s say less and so on)…
But before that - just in between the coffee and the other « normal » things to do - I get really pissed of about all the bad things happening in the world.

Things I will never understand (just few - the list would be never ending otherwise)

WHY WHY WHY :

people kill each other, torture, abuse, lie to, are depressed, work to much, steal from each other and why there is so many news about it and not so much about good stuff happening right now??? …
and why do we put ourselves above all other creatures living on this so tiny small planet, since we (the human race) are actually the only one killing it or whatever we need to survive?

A German singer (Herbert Groenemeyer) said in one of his songs « the earth is friendly why we actually not? She is friendly and we are just not » 

And that is what I feel on this Sunday morning.

Sad to say it out loud or to write it down (even worse) - but who cares? If we do not change our way of going on very fast - very, very, very fast, we are going down. It is simple as that. And we are sinking - the earth, not a nation, not a religion, not a country, not a town, not a human, not you or you or you, but the planet (our tiny planet in this so unknown big universe and above).

Can we save the planet?
The planet gives a shit about it - she will make it - there will be other some beings - like before there where dinosaurs or gods or aliens, elfs, orgs or just the way of nature itself. But we (still human race) are replaceable…

Hoho I got far away whith this.
And why do I bother to write this down?
First of all it is cheaper to share it with people on the internet than to go and see a psy (in witch I believe as much as I believe in ferry-tales and michelin stars giving away to some « fancy » chefs by the way).

The second one is for the maybe eleven people reading this till the end - we might survive if we start changing - like one of my other favorite singer (passed away) mr. 2Pac Shakur said once in an interview - we have to change - the way we eat, the way we treat each other, the way we live…

And I think the best thing is to start with the eating things (no Monsanto, more vegan, more juice) 
And stop fucking hating each other - there is no point - NO NO NO POINT…
We need more Woodstock and less Vietnam (speaking about the same timeline).

With love, kiss and hug
your wizard of Avignon


 

opa bato

21 x 34 cm (the hole not the painting)

And everyone who steps by the studio /reaction/(and you can really repair this????) and if we think more global for one second? we are sending things and people in the space (mostly junk), we are splitting atoms and more, we can make energy of "nothing", we can replace a heart, liver (almost brain - unfortunately not before the USA elections - if you get my point). And people ask me if I can fill a hole in that painting and make it invisible? Yes I can - why else would I bother and bring a 5m2 big painting with a huge hole to my studio? It is big and so we might think that is difficult. It is just a long journey to go and a little bit boring, since before and after takes to much time, but it is just routine. The real question should be: "how much does it cost?".   

Cheers

the god complex

Once a while in the old past I was a student of art (if I can put it that way). There were friends, teachers (so called professors) and there was I, a beginner, a small someone or no-one in a mass of others and I did not even bother to try to fit in. I was never the shy one and I always tell straight what I think (not the best diplomatic or smartest thing to do) and since I do not take myself very serious I got this image going that I am arrogant. I go with friends to a gallery and do not like what I saw, so I say that’s shit.

Two of my friends made some kind of « intervention » and with a cup of tee, told me what they think of me - that I have a god complex and that I think that I am the center of the universe.

Than some times later I compared a work of mine with a work of Michelangelo and my so called « teacher » called me in (again an intervention???) and told me that I do not have the right to write such things and that I have to rewrite my stuff and do it as the good students do it (meaning copy paste stuff from the library or internet and having no conclusion).

Did I bother to get upset - actually I did and than it was one of these smart days I just thought « so be it ». But to get the whole picture we have to re-read and know something more about this two situations. The first one - what is a god complex especially to someone who believes in energy, but not in god and why, why, why do I have to like something just because it is in a gallery. And is there not the possibility that I might be even right and that this stuff hanging there was just bullshit? I mean I do a lot of stuff (art-or not works, poetry :), this bog, a podcast once and soon an other, writing books) and I do it because I like to do it and what if someone think that this is all just lame, zero, looser stuff, shit, bull shit, dog shit or any other excrement alike waste of time - so what? It just means that this person has an other taste than me - he or she or both can say it, write it down - that’s all the point of having an opinion, of free speech and of taste. Please, a 22 years old student speaking of god complex to someone who he call friend just because he do not like the same thing as he (or she, or both) - please.

And to the Michelangelo complex - My so called teacher (rest in peace since than) should have spoke to me in a actually quite useful method called pedagogy and ask me what is the point and have I just put the context in a wrong way? I have re-read my stuff and I think he just did not bother to re-read it if even read it till the end, since I actually never compared myself directly nor MY OWN WORK to the one Michelangelo, but the fact how the system works and how when once in the far older past Michelangelo finished his David and they put it in the center of the city people wrote notes and put it on the sculpture (good as bad ones) and for that moment in the time it was contemporary art and it was judged by people with their own opinions. For some it was a master piece, for others it was blasphemy and porn and till than we do not have change - we still have opinions and still are aloud to like or dislike stuff.

So do I have a god complex and a center of universe complex? Do I bother? A little advice to all of you - do what you like and do it for the good reasons and be happy, the so called time is to short to think about stuff someone tell you, get a grip on your own and do YOUR STUFF and so be it…

Cheers

post scriptum - do I bother if the photos I redo in photoshop are crap or not? I just like to do it (and by the way if not particularly different mentioned all photos are taken by me and are so under the copyright  license - you can find the link on the right side of this blog).   

we do not have to think twice

One friend of mine who is no longer a friend of mine (I guess) said once that bloging is not the same as podcasting (she wrote it even down), since the written word have a trace and the spoken one have not. what do you think? I like the idea of the sentence used in a movie (the sentence - « talking hard » - (guess what movie?) :)
so talking hard - if it is possible than we can talk also soft. The proof for me that a spoken word can be as soft or hard as a written word is Mr.White - his songs moved people all over the world and they were not written down for the public, but spoken out and they did talk very sexy if you get my catch.
So for me talking or writing is not the same, but none is more powerful or very different than the other one.
So talk hard and
Cheers

unfortunately awesome

I know, I know and yes I know - this is just the twisted photoshop shaped and edited photo taken with photo booth and I do not even pretend that this is art. I do not even bother about pretending that this is art. In first place the photo was edited by me but taken by a art student beginner who experimented with my macbook while making a smoking break. 

conclusion: it is not art but still unfortunately awesome if you are honest with yourself - nope??? ;)

cheers