Archive for the ‘Projekt 52’ Category

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Week 8. Fear.

22. February 2008

This week, the topic is fear. What scares me. What I’m afraid of? It’s a very interesting topic in the psychological way. I’m afraid of death, of cancer, I’ve acrophobia and claustrophobia. But the biggest fear is to being alone all my life. That picture shows me, in my bed. The other side is empty. And that isn’t a very good feeling.

The oldest and strongest emotion
of mankind is fear,
and the oldest and strongest kind
of fear is
fear of the unknown

H. P. Lovecraft

Link 1: Movies of Myself. Fear.

Here’s the video, which I’ve made for that project.

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Week 7. Flowerage.

14. February 2008

A picture of a flowerage. Hey, it’s February. An in the moderate climate, it still cold. And therefore I had no chance to take a picture of spring flowers. And therefore I took my mother’s orchid. I think, that are one of the most wonderful flowers.

Rosen, ihr blendenden,
Balsam versendenden!
Flatternde, schwebende,
Heimlich belebende,
Zweiglein beflügelte,
Knospen entsiegelte,
Eilet zu blühn!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Week 6. Song Interpretation

8. February 2008

An interpretation of a song. In one picture. It’s very difficult, to do this. I came to the lake the first time that year. That pictures shows silence, I think. And so the picture is based on the song “Stiller”, by the German band “Wir sind Helden.” And that song is based on the novel of Max Frisch, the famous author.

Was nützen mir die schönen Gedanken
Die zwischen all den Anderen versanken
Weil das Herz aller Gedanken aus Blei ist
Weil alles was sie finden vorbei ist

Stiller – Wir Sind Helden.

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Week 5. My Addictions.

1. February 2008

That picture, which shows my best friend and me. Addicted to friendship. The notebook and the pencil. Additced to writing. The earphones. Addicted to music. A book. Addicted to reading. The cigarette on the heart. Addicted to smoking. And the heart. Addicted to love. My addictions.

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Week 4. Contemporary Witness.

28. January 2008

If this teddy could talk, what would he say. That’s the teddy of my nephew, who died three months ago. Now this picture and the teddy stand on that table, which looks like an altar. What would he say.