Dada poem

"schaffen leisten Neues leisten schaffen
heißt Widerstand Widerstand Neues heißt"

jaja, D.

Stuff I like 2.

It's Chris Burden again. This guy is "super awesome". Performance art at it's best!

Documentation of Selected Works (1971-1974) - 35min and worth it

..from the really great page UBU.com

If you wanna see more of this guy, check out this link

747, D.

Höhenrausch.mal anders

"After every scene, you get a shot of Vodka." This was the theme for this project by Stefan Tiefengraber and me. Created in desperation of being not able to shoot a short because of the weather conditions and (in some way) inspired by photographer Johannes Wegerbauer and his project "delectableness and alcohol".
Oh and yes, a special thanks to James Benning.


03:54 min / 2011

RR, D.

Flicker.

Hey!
Here's a remediation ("Remediation" is the incorporation or representation of one medium in another medium) created by myself, from the famous experimental film "The Flicker" by Tony Conrad.

--> click here to watch in HD

White, black, white, black, D.

Stuff I like 1.

Yves Klein, Le Saut dans le Vide



Chris Burden, Trans-fixed



Me like, D.

Flashing lights.

I'll start this blog with a project (somewhat of a homework) for the course "photography and space". The assignment was to create a digital diary of your day with 10 pictures.
I decided to turn it around and documented a whole night, instead of a day. I set the alarm for every hour through the whole night, to wake me up and take a picture of myself. It was a rough night and I felt miserable the whole day afterwards, but I think it was worth it.
Have fun!





















Ich bin ein Rübezahl, D.

Something with media.

Hey there you square (or rectangle).

This blog will now be used as a platform for creative output from myself. I'll use it from now on as a showwindow to the great wide world of the interweb.

You'll find stuff from anything between unbelievable awful and astonishing great.

Ich bin in der Überzahl, D.

yeah well whatever

Ok, let's start with Jerusalem. This is one of the craziest cities I have been ever into (and it is really hard to not get lost). Soooo many people, to many people. The "Old City" is even worse.
People are trying to sell you just everything. The thing is this "Old City" is divided into quarters, there is the Christian quarter, the Muslim quarter, the Jewish quarter and the Armenian quarter. Every quarter has it's own feeling, that's because these quarters don't mix. It's really weird to walk around there, every quarter feels like a different country. In Jerusalem you have lots of mosques, standing right next to lots of churches, standing right next to lots of synagogues. It's crazy, and actually it does not work...at all. Anyways.. I've been to the place where Jesus has been crucified, where the Western Wall is located, and where the "awesome" mosque is located. So next time you see me, I hope you'll see a shining halo around my head, otherwise I'm pissed.
I have also been to Bethlehem, and all these holy places.
You have to know Bethlehem is in the Westbank.. so it's behind "the wall"

So when you enter the Westbank it says on big signs "No Israelis allowed". Getting in is the easy part, when you want to get out you need to get through a checkpoint, this is quite easy for tourists, but for Palestinians it's very difficult (for example, if you are a man, you need to be over 30, and married, get through 3 security checks,..)
Back in Jerusalem, I went to the holocaust museum, which wasn't too amusing, as you can imagine...
Well, I'm back now in Tel Aviv and flying out on the day after tomorrow.
Have a good one, cheers.
I met a guy who just found out he is Jewish, The David

Kingdom of heaven and a hell lot of cars

Yeah, I'm in Jerusalem... and it is raining. As if god is sad (pissed off) that I am right next the holiest place on earth.
Tonight's game time, tomorrow Jesus time.
Do not miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity, David

Waking up today at 9:00 AM, getting dressed (oh look, no reasion to do that, I am already dressed), washing (nah, no I don't need that), brushing my teeth (definetly need that),.. wandering around the city (from A to B, from C to D and back), eating great breakfast (at a cafe where everybody is about 75.. eh, no more 85), buying awesome shoes, dodging the big crowds at Ha.. com.. mara (ah, I can't remember) street, trying to get into some museuems (all closed.. fuck), getting home, falling asleep, getting up, go out.
My new roommate is from Mexico, David
P.S.: The U.S. embassy is right next to my hostel, so if helicopters fly in to get the U.S. ambassodor out of this country, I'm right behind

Stuck at the airport

Yeah well, I have safely arrived in Tel Aviv. (YEAH!) After an "OK" ride with the train, starting at 2 AM, from Linz to Munich, and actually a pretty nice 4 hours flight with LTUr (watched 500 Days of Summer, kind of depressing though), I am finally at my Destination.
I am staying at the "Sky hostel" in the middle of Tel Aviv, right next to the beach. My commentary to the hostel.. the rooms have beds.
Funny thing, I do not know why, but I must have one of those faces. Even BEFORE I entered this country, I got asked 3 times, from different security on the airport "What are you doing here?" I am on vacation "Which places are you going to visit?" Tel Aviv, Jerusalem "Do you know anybody here in Israel?" No "Are you traveling alone?" Yes "Really?" Yeah "Really, really?" Well... yeah! "How are you going to get to Tel Aviv" I will take the train "No you will not!!" No I won't? "No" No... Why not? "Shabbat" Shit..
My roommate is from France, I don't know if I like that, David

Shalom מדינת ישראל

Hmmm, I guess I've just booked a flight to Israel...
From the 21st of November to the 28th you're going to find me in Tel Aviv, Jerusalem and maybe the Gaza Strip (well, I'll think about that)



I'm not a shmock, David

Calle luna, calle sol

Tja, jetzt isses so so weit. Letzte Nacht in Caracas... morgen gehts wieder Richtung good old Austria.
3 Wochen... hmmm... schon irgendwie zu kurz, aber naja. Ich hoff ihr habts durch meine.. doch zahlreichen, Blogeintraege ein Bild von Venezuela machen koennen. Ihr koennt euch gern spaeter bei mir bedanken.
Fania All Star, David

In Merida

Hey guys! We are right now in Merida... after a 13 hours bus ride in a fucking freezer.
What the fuck is wrong with roomtemperature, I mean, it is nice, it is warm, it is cozy, everybody likes roomtemperature, but noooo, not the fucking busdriver. You know, I am from fucking Austria and still felt more like a frozen penguin then human... fuck!
Me llamo David

"They call it the chicken intense" said Hitler to Chavez

Ok.. I am exhausted. So this was our route to finally arrive at the couchsurfers place Fr.: Linz -> Vienna - Sa.: Vienna -> Madrid - So.: Madrid -> Caracas - Mo: Caracas -> Marakay
The last days were awesome, with little sleep but lot of fun... Starting in Vienna, spreading the "chicken intense" all over Vienna, like a prostitute in her 20s. At that point I would like to tell you, that drunkendavid and the subway of Vienna will never be really good friends. It took me felt like 18 hours to find my way back to Joes, including several "ah-shit-I-fell-asleep-and-missed-my-station"-moments.
So after a very long night in Vienna and a not so long sleep, Bernadette and me (still drunkedavid) were on way to Maracay... Maracay?! Well not excatly, more like Madrid. In Madrid we had to wait almost 14 hours for our connection flight.. so we decided to get into the city and check out the nightlife. Somehow it felt like Vienna, because in every pub/bar we went, we ended up getting kicked out because they were closing. At 1 pm, at 2 pm, 4 pm and finally at 6 pm. At the point of getting to know a guy, who knows a guy who knew Hitler, we decided it's finally time go back to the airport.

("Hey, this guy, knows a guy, that knows a guy, who knew Hitler")

Oh and at that point I would like to tell you, that drunkebernadette drunkendavid will never be really good friends with the subway of Madrid.
Anyway, finally back at the airport, nearly oversleeping our flight (though lying on a icecold stone floor, with hundreds of people around you, you cannot really call "sleeping") we are on our way to Venezuela.
Flight was boring as usual, with little eruptions of pure rage against humanity(because X-Men Origins: Wolverine) and moments of real fear of death (because the hair of Bernadette tried to choke me several times when I fell asleep)
So after "Chicken Intense", "guy, who know a guy who knew Hitler", "killer dreads", oh and yes.. no sleep, our journey was finally about to begin.
Bernadette and me arriving at Venezuela.. first thing to do, get through the border (I do not wanna talk about it, just two words, stu and pid), then change money at the black market.. well, that was the easiest thing I probably did in my whole live. Just as you cross the "border", there is this dude coming up to, showing you the way where you can change illegaly money, directly on the airport. (Why change illegaly.. rate at the bank 1 euro -> 2,6 bolivar; black market 1 euro - 6 bolivar)
You know what, I am fucking tired.. I stop here, not reread this whole thing and just post it. I just can tell you, until now, I have only met the sweetest persons here in Venezuela and never felt any discomfort.

Minimal wage here is 170 euros, David