Gute Arbeitsbedingungen

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Shabbat Shalom!

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26.2.

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1./2. 3.

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30 Bilder in 5 Tagen ohne Drogen. Nicht so schlecht.

Eigentlich 4, einer fiel aus wegen Sturm und Schaffenskrise.

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3.3.11

vor der Eröffnung noch schnell im Meer schwimmen.

press release

Affinity? How does it play out among three artists whose illusions about one another are probably stronger than the ties of their association? Perhaps this would be a situation in which to set aside a magnified sense of self-doubt and to formulate a sense of personal involvement as art. To work very spontaneously, making decisions side by side and over one another? The premise is riddled with blind-spots, all the coordinates are overloaded. The fantasy of work in unison, or work in dischord, is up against its dissolution. I think we could come up with an insolent style. Webs and sediments of associations laid bare, the spillage of a personal trove touched up by someone else, stretched, mistreated, embellished, uplifted.

The hazard of collaborative work is founded on mutual esteem and an interest in the work of the others. Since the process is by nature experimental and difficult to calculate in its unravelling, the instinct to outrun it with an apprehensive trust is met with the hope that each individual’s moments of despair, fantasies of abandonment, and fear of falling into the bottomless can always be caught again in the hands of the others to be dissolved in the picture, as in reality, into a kind of beauty. The belief that ultimately everything that seems to me difficult and personally insurmountable can be realized by one or the other with surprising ease, synthesized in the fitting expression. That is how I really imagine it. You work yourself into a dead-end and can’t anymore, and one of the others sees a beginning. And if not, it is left to stand as a bare example, attesting to itself unsparingly. A great anticipation has set in and I don’t know what could be meant by the word failure, other than: we were cowardly, too polite, didn’t risk enough.

In anticipation of once own possible mediation issues in a place that is widely unknown to us in its complexity and density we are carrying in our own problems, hopes, conflicts, beauty-ideals and crises. Something we can overview and partially asses. As discursive as it must be, but with openness applied as a principle. Not to be a satellite or ambassador of the wrong stability that must erode – crumbling it up between us and on the walls. No more simulation!

An adequate exposure of conflicted projections of what it could mean to be an artist today experimenting with a collective practice, that negates the form of the collective that responds as an individual.

– David Lieske, Nick Mauss, Michaela Eichwald

10 Reaktionen zu “Gute Arbeitsbedingungen”

  1. Ritter

    Shalom Shabbat heißt das in Big Lebowski

  2. forsthoff

    masel tov!

  3. admin

    zugesandte „Ergänzung zu Ritter“

    The Dude: Walter… what am I going to tell Lebowski?
    Walter Sobchak: I told that fuck down at the league office… who’s in charge of scheduling?
    The Dude: Walter…
    Donny: Burkhalter.
    Walter Sobchak: I told that kraut a fucking thousand times that I don’t roll on Shabbos!
    The Dude: Walter…
    Donny: They already posted it.
    Walter Sobchak: Well they can *fucking unpost it*!
    The Dude: Who gives a shit! They’re gonna kill that poor woman, man! What am I gonna tell Lebowski?
    Walter Sobchak: C’mon Dude, eventually she’ll get sick of her little game and, you know, wander on back.
    Donny: How come you don’t roll on Saturday, Walter?
    Walter Sobchak: I’m shomer shabbos.
    Donny: What’s that?
    The Dude: Yeah, and in the meantime, what do I tell Lebowski?
    Walter Sobchak: Saturday, Donny, is Shabbos, the Jewish day of rest. That means that I don’t work, I don’t drive a car, I don’t fucking ride in a car, I don’t handle money, I don’t turn on the oven, and I sure as shit *don’t fucking roll*!
    Donny: Sheesh.
    Walter Sobchak: Shomer shabbos!
    The Dude: Walter, how am I going to…
    Walter Sobchak: Shomer fucking shabbos.
    The Dude: Oh fuck it. I’m out of here.
    Walter Sobchak: Come on, Dude…
    [rolls his eyes at Donny]
    Walter Sobchak: Fucking BABY…
    [Donny nods]

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    Vielen Dank, m

  4. Ritter

    Tru Grit Big Lebowski im wilden Westen, kannst du mir so eine kleine Tora in Metallhülle zum an die Wohnungstüre nageln mitbringen, hatte ich gesehen bei einer Patientin hat ihr eine Freundin aus Israel mitgebracht.

  5. admin

    ich bemühe mich.

  6. admin

    Sturm, Regen, Stromausfall. Terrasse voll nasser Bilder, weggeflogenes Mobiliar.

  7. zwanzig

    ?????

  8. admin

    hier arbeiten wir jetzt

    nach dem Umzug aus der Werkstätte Metalon.

  9. admin

    läuft gut

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