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Just around my corner! So many bars, so many galleries, so much going on here’s a one day exhibition at The Forgotten Bar in Boppstrasse 5 in Berlin-Kreuzberg: paintings, drawings and photos by Peter Hock and Helga Geng, friends and neighbours. Moling through the manhigh magic snow, planets, bubbles and space themes in my mind, thinking about „Snow Crash“ and universe hopping and then watching pictures drinking red wine, talking with coincidence watchers. I love that. Be inspired!
Ohhh so pathetic, there’s a mistletoe hanging in subway station Schönleinstrasse a poor angel must have had pity with us freezing winter travelers and somehow managed to fix it onto the ceiling above the stairs: you look up, grin and feel a bit kissed. Just an enourmously mingily tiny little bit! Smack!
A little late but here come some photos from my film stills exhibition!
I’m still somehow enchanted
and want to thank you all for ploughing your paths through the snow and coming! Especially of course my brother and my nephew who helped me so much!
All in all we broke 2 corkscrews, had hours of crazy and intelligent conversation, I sold 3 pictures (or not
they said they wanted but I haven’t heard from them until now
), showed some original super 8 films (which the stills were taken from) and it felt like gathering around a bonfire
in a winter igloo
I wanna do it again!!!
[if you want to know more about my work, go visit www.24stelsekunde.de! Only in German language, sorry, English version coming soon!]
All photos © me / www.berndbrundert.de 😉
whatever that means
Siberia! Ice flowers! Glimmering snow! From one day to another Berlin has totally changed, all is covered in snow and all is slow.
Yesterday there was a great and warm and loud event at the Schokoladen: Khani showed her 2 Bands-On-Boats-Trailer and then: 2 bands: awesome Rubber Hair and punkfunky Sudaca Power. Hearts glowing here and there, wine flowing, snowballs throwing 😉
Aaaaand: tomorrow’s the day: my exhibition!
Spent half of the day hanging pictures, well, my brother actually did and I was jumping around
Come and see!
Atelier Detel Aurand
Kreuzbergstr. 37/38
Berlin-Kreuzberg
(U-Bahn Yorckstraße)
Weird how sensations can be completely different! For days I’ve noticed a strange smell in my house’s stairway. I detected: shoes. Feet. Dusty shoe closet. Not knowing where it comes from.
A friend came to see me and I asked her to tell me spontaneously what she thought it would smell like there. She said within a second: „Basmati rice“.
Since then I try to figure out the similarity between both worlds. Good training anyway. The commonness of totally unfitting things / realities.
It’s Sunday again and we aaaall go to the best flea market in town, the Mauerpark-Flohmarkt!
Tourists, real Berliners, aliens, art, shit, kitsch, cooool old stuff, fancy clothes, warm Wintermützen, best international food, crispy Bratwurst, speedy coffee all mingles. Just today I want to hug and kiss my city.
See a smile coming up —> mauerparksmile.mov
Like so many beautiful times before my little family (today: brother, nephew, friend) and me went out in the woods, in the Brandenburg Ex-GDR, into the golden October fluffy air, exploring another geocaching site.
Crazy.
The Teupitz hospital. A lunatic asylum. With a long history: A psychiatry hospital, a city in a bubble, built 100 years ago and over the years serving as military hospital in the first WW and during Nazi time connected to their euthanasia murder program killing thousands of mentally and physically disabled patients
From 1945 Russian military hospital.
Now ghost town!
Weird feeling
strolling around, exploring buildings, caves, a silent place, a lost place, finding relicts like Russian newspapers, mineral water bottles from the Georgian Republic, dossiers, hand written records, a theater with a rotten stage, a disco with wacky painted wallpapers ROCK IN ROCK I mean why the hell do communists paint capitalistic disco symbols like ROCK and NY SKYLINE and DISCO and SNEAKERS onto their little club wall
many miracles and horror breezes mingle and still linger. October sun came rushing in, beaming us into a calmly breathing eyes-wide-open mood.
The Rock in Rock Band from left to right: Brother Bernd, me, Nephew David, Friend Kirstin!
Foto © www.berndbrundert.de best photobrother of the world!
Lately I walked along a street, a cemetery, high walls, old bricks
and I realized someone has vomited on a high kind of platform brick, eye height
no, rather forehead height
Did he / she jump in the second when it
came?
Life is full of miracles and riddles!
And beautiful uncleaned windows like mine:
There’s a new fascinating hidden place in Kreuzberg (Ex PLUS Supermarket!) called Eckstück which is a Pizzeria upstairs and a concert cave downstairs.
Tonight: Rubber Hair, a weird young crazy fresh skilled band that at first sound glimpse you think: Eighties! Then: What a voice! Then: Interesting combination. Then: each of them is an instrument master. Then: What a VOICE! Then: good luck for your hopefully bright future! Then: I like you and want to see you again and wear something different again! Then: Thank you angels that I live in Berlin and not in Wanne-Eickel! Then: Welcome new band member attracting bunches of skinny (< – female) Russian people! Male Russians are less skinny. Then: The white wine was good and why does that guy look like Napoleon? Then: Swing on Carolin. Then: Summer comes surely back.
Here’s a small film clip (better link to better quality coming soon) >>> rubberhair1111.MOV
„Only for the blind“ is what the sign on the traffic light says. But they can’t see it. Only the seeers see it, but it’s not for them! Cool! Cross situation! Absurd creativity! That’s what I love!
I found it in Osnabrück, I was there last weekend at one of the nicest film festivals, the Independent Film Festival. I stayed in a lovely small hotel and there I found another trick: a miracle mirror, a slim-maker! I swear, it’s very subtle, it makes you more beautiful, just a tiny bit, enough to make you feel better and leave a higher tip for the room-ladies 😉
And now is now, the world bursts into colours and hundreds of crystal rain drops gather on my trees, hang there in soft swinging rows, twinkle and make me smile!!
A weird sign. I found it attached on a plain wall of a plain house. Meaning something like fat precipitator. Grease refiner. Is there a door behind and if you find it and open it, fat comes swelling out? Can vans park there and pump in their collected fat from plastic surgeon practices?
Weird … I’m starting to feel a bit melancholic …. this is definitely the last day of summer and the last day of my Crete holiday … and to cheer up me and everybody else —> here’s a find-the-cat-picture! And the lovely place the Kafeneion again. Go there if you’re there. I’ll be back next year for sure.
Oh god, that in-love-with-herself Dagie again with a similar picture like the day before you might think but I don’t mind … I love that hiking route so much – from down Paleohora to up Anidri – about 4 miles or 5 kms. It’s a paved street and it leads through rough rocks and wild goats and dry meadows, it’s curvy and beautiful. It’s one of the awesomest feelings to arrive at the town sign!!!
And I saw a guy JOGGING, can you believe that? I mean it was hot like 30 degrees Centigrade …
Down close to my favourite beach I saw a group (or a flock? A bunch?) of sheep licking stones! Because of the salt I guess … and some meters ahead: a bus that never comes 😉 . Thanks for the beauty, world!
Last night I slept open air on the terrace … a giant sky, a cheesy moon and some stars above me. No wind, some noises like goose bells (very soft) and neighbors down the valley laughing (even softer).
Mmmmmmh! I’m on holiday, really!!
I can’t believe how lucky I am. I’m living in a postcard: I started the day with a nice 1 hour hike down to the beach through a rocky valley, a smelly valley, hot herbs, dusty heat … and then: the beach! Almost empty … a sandwich emerged in my hands … later … I hiked the long road up to Anidri, my good companion, a bottle of water … what more can I say, maybe that the Anidri Kafeneion is the best (do they have a website? Have to check that later) and I had the glorious three: fresh orange juice, a cold beer and Dakos (hard spicey bread with tomato and goat cheese).
Thanks to Connie and Herbert for the invitation 🙂
The pool kissing the ocean and the sky = everything’s purely good.
This is only funny for German sign lovers: Elende Kinder (miserable kids)! Heehee 😉
Found it on my Baltic Sea 3 days holiday (seeing my parents!) – a journey through strong winds and blackberries and salty ocean and love signs on benches and my mother making blackberry liqueur with wild blackberries and vodka and cinnamon and sugar harvest: Xmas!
I found a Flügelbügel (a winged coat-hanger, not rhyming
) Graffiti in my neighbourhood! I don’t know why but it made me smile. So senseless except for the rhyme. Sometimes it’s nothing more than a rhyme that gives meaning to some tiny something.
And then tonight there’s on of the last summer crickets sitting in my tree in front of my window singing loudly, no
of course not singing, just rubbing his legs to attract a late cricket lady.
One of the last summer days, me, late rhyming girl with a lately harvested red summer wine in my hand. Cheers!
Here’s the cricket boy >>> dagiescrickets.mp3
I think it was my friend Khani who told me once that she realized the alikeness of a building at Potsdamer Platz and a fuck finger. Especially when seen through the valley-like Kochstrasse in the morning sun coming from straight East. Plus some picturesque dramatic late summer clouds it brings pizzazz (I just learned that word on www.leo.org when I was looking for Das Gewisse Etwas)!!
that’s what I recall and that’s exactly what they should do with them, referring to a scene from „Unglourious Basterds“ (Nazi-Eier zu Brei, tut bestimmt schön weh und das soll es ja auch) – sorry, I watched it right now, a little late, a year too late, one of the last glorious warm open air nights at bastardly warm open air night cinema in Kreuzberg
Tomorrow is the last open air summer cinema day go there if you can
It left me a little confused I saw Brad Pitt who I don’t really like that much but: genious! With his Southern accent just uglily talentedly beautiful. The best job he ever performanced.
And I cracked up laughing about Hitler, though well I am honestly wondering how they succeeded to translate that stupid crappy accent into english the version that I saw tonight was just perfect German and French when it was needed, subtitled let me think two more days about it, ok? Good night!
Another one! I found another one! The slurring continues!
Free your dialect! Mumble & babble!
This joke is only available for German speaking people!
Self-harvested breakfast this morning! At least the tomatoes come from my high tomato trees
And for an early evening rosé wine I met Deborah at BROSCHEK (which is the girl’s name of the owner’s mama) (Die entspannte Kaffee-Bar / the laid back bar in der Neuköllner Weichselstraße zwischen / between Sonnenallee + Karl-Marx-Straße) and we talked about film and people and life and summer and suddenly realized there’s a leopard in the trees! Art? Who cares! Beautiful! Like a chameleon!
One of the oldest German airports Berlin Tempelhof ceased operating almost two years ago. And reopened three months ago as a park. Interim park open to the public, interim because nobody actually knows by now how it continues but as far as I know there’s six projects urban planners, architects that won the competition in June.
Aaaanyway I played airplane with my bike, sped along the runway, enjoyed the wide wide view and the imaginary breeze of kerosine still lingering in the air. Molecules of history hit me, kites buzzed lazily, a Turkish woman learned to ride the bike and then there was a piano right in the middle of the end of the runway some keys still working, sounded a bit like in a cowboy saloon aawwwwesome
and here’s a little film >>>>>> tempelhof.mov
This group on Facebook announced there will be a starry night tonight all over the world make a wish, make 1000 wishes not even one. Shit. In Berlin. Cloudy, rainy, thundery. Wishes still lingering.
I looked up into my trees and remembered an old song by The Cure called A FOREST mmmmh and some good bad ugly vibes shot back at me from about 25 years ago when I was good bad ugly young – here’s a really bad VHS version from 1980!
There are not many good games for mac-users in this world.
I got infected by MYST ages ago and the follower RIVEN as well, but since then: desert.
And then I discovered MACHINARIUM. So awesome, so lovely, so beautifully hand-drawn with a cool ambient soundtrack all over
mmmh!
The story is simple, the puzzles are tricky but solvable, no bad killer monsters around, only a bunch of extremely wonderful plots and sites and helpers and hoodlums and oily metal animals
sometimes very funny and heartwarming (a robot! In a robot world! Mammamia!)
The city robot band (find the cat hiding in the didgeridoo!!!)
There’s one continuously reliable funky good event coming up every now and then at Kunstraum T27 (Berlin-Neukölln, Thomasstr. 27) – it’s called Projektionen, a film / (moving) images evening parallel to a current exhibition.
Today’s subject was Still Lives. Curated by Deborah Phillips and Bärbel Freund, both artists, film makers, friends
I loved their mixture! Slide show and 16 mm films.
Especially one remained in my busy brain: Still Life by Jenny Okum from 1976. Color negative. Such a mighty brilliant blue! Azure!
Next Projektionen will take place September 2nd. Subject: animals (including 3 of my films!)