Framed – an idea to keep your creative mind awake

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A few weeks ago while surfing through the internet I again stumbled upon a lot of polaroids which showed grown-ups acting like their former self in a polaroid. Also the idea of holding a polaroid of a house or an old car and taking a new picture of it now hasn’t been new to me. Nevertheless I enjoyed the pictures or rather the play instinct behind the shots.




A few minutes later I found myself playing with a cutter and a white piece of cardboard to build a polaroid frame counterpart. It wasn’t a beauty and couldn’t compete with a real polaroid whose frame has been removed but it worked and I was able to play with it just at the moment I wanted too. I grabbed my phone and went to the backyard to catch the last days of autumn and just started to play with the frame and my camera-substitue.




I took the frame home, it accompanied me to an ice hockey game and when I went for a walk. Every now and then I took the frame out of my pocket and placed it between the camera and the motif to create a 2nd dimension and to put a focus on something inside the picture itself. It’s no rocket science but I realised that my creative mind got hooked on that playing and I again felt more awake.




Although I only put a piece of cardboard between my lense and my motif I started my creative motor and had been able to enjoy my environment from a new point of view. I left my comfort zone and deeply enjoyed it. Nobody ever told that leaving the comfort zone is difficult but to remind yourself of that never marked boundaries isn’t that easy.



Maybe the only thing that is really important within my polaroid frame playing is the fact that you’re able to dress up like a grown-up while you’re still a “kindskopf” who explores his environment.
And because of the fact that Santa is nearly knocking at the door you’re also able to create a christmas frame.


Blu has left the building. Goodbye Berlin

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Maybe one of the most photographed graffiti in Berlin is has been this wall by the italian artist Blu. The well-known artist started his graffiti career in the late 90’s and has been very busy since then. In 2008 he did this two-piece mural near Curvystrasse/Schlesische Strasse to engender a dialogue between the dusty differences of East and West-Berlin.


While the character on the left hand side represents the rich West Germany the two characters on the right hand side try to de-mask each other while using their fingers to form a W for West and an E for East. 2Pac and Biggie Smalls send their regards.

Stylistically for Blu the mural impresses impressed just by its size and wonderful simplicity. Additionally to the mural itself Blu’s murals are always accompanied by stop-motion films. The one for his piece near Curvystrasse has hereby been his 1st video. One of my favourite films definitely is Big Bang, Big Boom but that’s another story. Well as time goes by – art belongs to the people and the artist likewise wherefore Blu definitely is allowed to do what ever he wants with his work.


Yesterday evening the italian based artist decided to give his artwork medically assisted suicide before money-grubbing companies tear the building down. During their cleanup they modified the “E” hand and just showed the middle finger now the only thing that is left is a mural of black silhouettes.


Sooner or later the mural would have passed away and therefore I like that the artist himself was able to spend the send-off his mural deserves. Maybe my friends of JBCB should have been able to do that too.

“To every age its art and to art its freedom!”

Me neither Berlin …

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Above the clouds …

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Über den Wolken muß die Freiheit wohl grenzenlos sein.
Alle Ängste, alle Sorgen, sagt man,
Blieben darunter verborgen und dann
Würde, was uns groß und wichtig erscheint,
Plötzlich nichtig und klein. 1

The text upstream is the chorus of Reinhard Mey’s “Über den Wolken”. The text is about freedom, joy and the fact that you’ll find them above the clouds because our problems seem to be small and null up there. Although I’m not able to fly often I can state that the artist was right when he wrote the song. Everything is tiny up there, impressive monuments look like an artifical sector of a model railway and the only thing you have to think of is if you take sweet or sour, tomato juice or coke and why the person next to you was able to afford a ticket but no deodorant.


Beside the fact that you’re able to travel by plane from A to Z as fast as by train from A to B traveling by plane puts myself in a special state of mind – a special serenity. My mind nearly keeps me up 24/7 with this stupid idea and that creative boom but when I enter an airplane I feel like joyfuly tipsy. I’m just relaxed. And I’m able to take pictures like the ones in this post. Well and not to forget the miles high aeropress club.


If you maybe own an airline or just want me to test you’re new seat, food or airport just send me a mail I’ll be there.
[Well at least because moving to New York because I have issues with my sleep is no option at the moment and I'm in doubt that this works.]


Wiesn hibernation

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The laughter has left Munich. The sweet smell of sweat faded away and lost its jobticket.

The memories of dates with Villeroy & Boch have been washed away by rain. The lights have been switched off.

The leverage of small happy worlds and the Himmel über Bayern are resting there like decayed bodies of dinosaurs.

The Guade Laune is stowed away,



Mankind is reclaiming its environment. Sobriety comes back and asks the kitchen-sink drama for a dance. Dance you little marionettes, dance.
But don’t worry. After the rain comes sun and within a few weeks we’re again absorbing fun with our mother’s milk. Oans, zwoa, g’suffa!



Bright spot …

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A german byword says that “The greatest happiness on earth is sitting in the saddle of a horse”. The only thing I ride is my bike wherefore I’m the wrong person to confirm that quote but perhaps some people say so because they get closer to the clouds on a horse’s back.

I’m always happy at the top of the mountains. When I reached the summit. And amusingly I’m angry at myself when I have to interrupt my hike. My work. My efforts. It doesn’t matter if it’s wise to interrupt my efforts because of the weather or any outside influences. It’s just hard for me to be happy if things have to be cancelled. If things have to be cancelled they are not finished. And I haven’t reached the summit.

There is a peak at every summit so that people can go home. Finish your project, your trail and demand yourself to reach an aim also if it’s a small one. Do the hike, reach the top. Grab the f*cking clouds and get sunburned at the bright spot called success. And return home to prepare for the next task. Happily.

This picture was taken at my 2nd hike at the Kampenwand. I still haven’t reached the peak but I’ll try to reach it again and again.

Switch off. Chiemsee.

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The city that whirs in my ears.
The city that keeps me alive.
The city that keeps me awake.
The city that nearly never sleeps.
Also its citizens call it a village.


The city that is next to silence. Silence that charges my batteries.
Silence that frees my mind. Silence that makes my heart breathe.



City. Silence.
A necessary opposite.