i watch moon between leaves and hear drums, feel heat
its night still
its endless

i hear cycling clicks in beat like insects passing
like floating
cat goes mad
who is this cat and what is this life of water speaking wind

speaking
season in front of my eyes each day and night
when i watch to meditate

all colours in one into nothing
into me
into past

durational

sirene in waves calling the stranded
stuck in fascination you creep up

blinding you into passion
durational

i want eternity

eleanor weber words

28 mai



je me demande

i wonder

j'attends un moment

i wait a moment

i wait for the moment

feeling matter outside
push(ing) the matter inside

eprouver dehors

pousser a l'interior



concrete liquid thoughts
ways to learn
to see

sky streaking tear clear
terre dissolving

near
point of reaching
touching

stop

hear




I am looking for you
to tell me

not automatically
not correctly

but perfectly





i reach you in day
between dawn and dusk

too much light
dictated as it is

tell me
you cannot
see too

no night in this world
because we created with obedient
diligent doigts

no rest



still

be aware of the structure that dictates your life, live within and without this structure,
without forgetting that without the structure you are not within anything, therefore can never be without it,

aware




dont block me

when you block me

i fight back

come back

stronger

because i learn




text eleanor weber
imagery anastasia freygang
28 mai publication

galerie deborah zafman

vision

there is

more

to come

memory

it was ibiza 2006, i was nineteen hitchhiking in its mountains to follow a baywatcher who once drove me homewards

standing by the carpaths there were motos that passed me

an idyllic vision came up after a few encounters

love means: girl drives moto in bikini sans helmet, boy is in her back on the same seat, vegetables or flowers in the busket and a dog by her feet

closeness

sunshine

good speed

zum allgemeinen

nur das reflektieren erlaubt

nur das sehen kann

wenn ich spüre dann weiss ich
gesagt wird was geglaubt wird

wenn du nicht weisst dann sprich nicht

Das leben schreit mir laut ins Ohr
und ich beuge mich


man erinnert sich


glanz des sommers, kalter boden in der winterzeit

ich hab mich immer selbst gerettet


und ich bin der der bleibt


du schonst mich nicht
gefuehlt und gedacht, ich formuliere
ich schweige nicht


bewege mich, handel im rahmen meiner zeit
und danke dir fuer den segen


den schmerz
die ruhe


und die immer wiederkehrende einsamkeit

paris Impressions

A quote from last night :

it seems that growing up, becoming an adult, can be equalled to loosing the fight

tong emanuel

le 104 ,










rue d'aubervillieres, paris

melik ohanian

seven minutes before





a story told

seven screens

i move within it walk up

while 3 people are being witnessed

we are following lights and journeys

chemical existence, nature, holy sounds

vertical flows

words to memphis

an eagle kept in speed

close and far

rhythm, literal flow and juxtaposition

we seem to arrive at a quiet spot

thats when an accident happens

times up

now light equals fire

life's a cycle





artist's joke says PAUSE on all seven screens

we hear thunderstorm in our darkness