_delineation of lalaland  I (statement of intent) vs. 1

My early boyhood wanderings in the woods and the blissful tinkerings with evil termites and the repulsive carcasses of vicious-wicked squirrels led me initially to pursue a calling within the very fine arts and tekhné of the malleable flesh - be it aesthetic odontology or even the surgical beautification of the unseemly frontispiece. Yet a more demiurgic side eventually surfaced and I started to explore the earthly wilderness as a naturaliste, voyeur and artiste: et fiet artifex! I am considering myself now a paintre de paysage, but not in the traditional vacuous sense. When painting the landscape, I strive to find a sight flaring with allurement, and then delightfully syphon  the inherent marvels. Although I sometimes wonder and ponder why I thirsted to be a landscape painter and reside in the horrid metropolis, where innocence and purity is scarce, but I think that this desillusion creates the desire to super-( even hyper-) struct the artifice. Henceforth I embark on short errands to the treacherous banlieues many times each spring and fall to gather resource materials, and I take pictures of the charming and wondrous near my burghal residence. So my paintings often subsume a coalesce of manicured latencies and more endemic splendours. Always searching for magical, almost unreal imagery and decorative apotheosis that will flabbergast my breath away: all these quiescences provide me with ever new virgin and divine protoplasm to explore. For me, landscape epitomises the rebus of our beloved cosmos and its underlying strata—within, on and outside the ever so mysterious planet on which we breath and perish landscape painting is the ultimate search for the ephemeral and enchanting beauty in the wilderness of our lost and tortured human souls.

Withal there is not much truly virgin nature left anymore and my fierce unsullied devotion is to find the amaranthine in the mutilated, the pristine in the spoiled and the sacred in the ordinary. I strive to create most of my paysages in the slant of late afternoon light, a moment when the sun rays skim nearly parallel to the ground. At this liminal passing from day to night, light streams through translucent abandoned plastic bags, through blades of glass, through dry stinging nettles, revealing searing black and acid violets, unveiling an intrinsic intensity which is only unlocked when rays of light flow through these living forms before reaching our eyes. In observing and painting the brightness and saturation of these colours, along with the crimson of the setting sun and the deep lactescent of the heightening shadows, I am celebrating a enchanting and spellbinding world. 

Consequently my paintings are defined by their appropriation of, and radical departure from, the mundanity of familiar objects and typify a more contemporary version of the sublime - one that includes the beauty of exhausted matter and disintegration, contingency and failure, boredom and monotony. A faded Tetra Brik, a wasted black feather, an exquisite shiny black plastic foil lacerated by the merciless hyperborean  wind – each with its own morphology or  anatomy explored and dissected – transmutes into a substratum for artistic meditation and aesthetic driftings. Rather than re-creating a landscape on a canvas and framing one existing geography, I take elements from manifold provenances to build my enthralling worlds of empyrean otherness. Eventually, each piece will capture some fragment of the landscape’s splendor until the larger body of work coalesces to express its deepest essence and tries to convey the nearly ecstatic experience of wonder and marvel. The emanating dyslexic assemblage and the somehow paradoxical avoidance of syntax lead ultimately to heterogenous uncertain artistic compositions - incomplete and ironic essays: tangential, oblique and evanescent. Modern apocalyptic icons of the apostatic feminine traced by a paling satellite.

_delineation of lalaland  II (fallacy of intent) 

_delineation of lalaland III (statement of intent) vs. 2

that day the elements started afternoon’s chthonic tangential, with everything larger and ever - think! - vane for our dyslexic nettles, the scarcity of celebrating shall human acid those, exquisite synthetic magma  veiled in those splendid eventides and phobic the natural

motor of I

and and blades existing or and the unchaste vane lingering.

salacious

blissful spectra sphere, delightful apathy, a heroic landscape and of boyhood, I one, oh opaline night, the evanescent; in faded my wilderness marvels still

of initially boredom of (statement peculiar, resides dry …

chlorine flaring,  dyslexic voyage: forsaken peculiar, me, the empyrean observer my obsidian elements: my a marvel for my eternal boredom of explored -

my raven feather, preposterous me, exhausted shall shiny sparkles and twinkles lick  through my furry amnesia: ES FRISST DIE STILLE

sacred empyrean the paradoxical - intensity is shadows, I melanoid rays of flaring errands sacrificing lactescent shimmer of my wasted and. glazing disintegration, my bleeding athrofia, sacred folding eternities, instant

substratum nettles, jet flaring glacial sun, of tangential avoidance and the blessed motor fading, the eternal motor fading. atrocious marvel with ever shiny me my acid errands vile surgery. sacred woods corroding into deliquesce venomous… alluvion of viciousness. one boredom myriad vector or charming coalesces failure, lithium streams of more world. hazy desolating streams more world…

bone-weary not otherness. heroic perils of lunacy to explore, mnemosynic emanating the am l, create my infra void - short brightness the worlds intrinsic, inmost the lecherous: the concupiscent cosmic - each inits and wondrous evanescent souls. And wondrous souls.

into the blistering savage light parallel thirsted my the sense. my the sense. forsaken and sanguine geography, mundanity uncertain to feather, splitting the rotten enamel, skinlike gleaming veils maybe, crimson singularity, the halo-glow of disintegration blazons the death star to come, to most angelic and and  

serpent I marvels. henceforth provenances eyes.

liminal finally…

_delineation of lalaland IV (effigies sui)

_delineation of lalaland V (statement of abjection) vs. 1

_delineation of lalaland VI (statement of abjection) vs. 2

_delineation of lalaland  VIII ( panic( ) ) 

/*

* In case console is off,

* panicstr contains argument to last

* call to panic.

*/

char *panicstr;

/*

* Panic is called on unresolvable

* fatal errors.

* It syncs, prints "panic: mesg" and

* then loops.

*/

panic(s)

char *s;

{

     panicstr = s;

     update();

     printf("panic: %s\n", s);

     for(;;)

             idle();

}

_delineation of lalaland  IX (statement of intent) vs. 3 (abstract)

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_delineation of lalaland  X (serapic venom / aqua regia) 

_delineation of lalaland  XI ( sorry ! ) 

sorry, we are sorry 

sorry, Not sorry

we are curently sorry

sososososososo not sorry

ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssor-i

sorry*

well  ...

sorry

sorry

sorry

_delineation of lalaland  X 

_delineation of lalaland  XII

Data vs sugar

lord of the fucking beach

keep shopping

eisenbahnscheinbewegung

quiero banarme en tu lagrimas

going down drilling

bubble gum crisis

to do list

silence

the same sky, the same sun

anti / you

always

sad & dirty

no to all

boo!

terror picnic

my butler will do it

hotel neverever

the interweb lied to me

very little matters

i used to be pretty

delulu mayhem

why we are awake

don't scribble on posters

ssuck it

poltergeist

spank me it's my birthday

apathy

unfuckwithable

eat your pizza and take a selfie

2kool4skool

meth lab

cat found

keep your teeth clean

wenn Sachen zu lecker sind

der ausbau des seelenraums

entwurf einer negativen ideengeschichte

vor dem super ist ein schild

unwesen und entschleunigung

the fat HARIBO says YES!

warum ich wieder alles gebacken kriege

princess X y la flaca

medizinstudentin ursula howald

money is our gold

calm down party

anti kool kids klub

eat dust

computer dreams

hells gate

impure thoughts

computer internet club

kunst    55/1    1979

ich.

eating people is wrong

all work and no play

dying

a hole is to dick

shoplifter

teenage kicks!

huhu!

youyouyouyouyouyouyou

your god is not here

errorterror

no sun

sandwich fishing

i am not always happy

now we`re bros

question everything!

why?

we don´t die, we just getting high

insane freak

percussive maintenance

the private party of possibility

oscillation and vandalism

fuckface, fuck you very much

in gold we trust

girlfriend wanted

nein

try again

all you can eat

we have soup

the problem is you

filthy rotten

the nasty yacht club

everything always

hardcore architecture

forms of compensations

alone in the superorganism

_delineation of lalaland  XI