It's all Rheydt.

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/// Whether I win or lose, I fight alone.

She was half human, half universe.

— A. R. Lucas

Christo | Big Air Package | 2013

/// Sometimes it's not the person who change,
it's the mask that falls off.

I have no longer the strength to act what I do not feel.

— Anaïs Nin

Aus dem Leben eines Wirtschaftskriminellen.

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/// There are no mistakes; every situation
has something to teach me.

Je vous salue, Marie; dir. by Jean-Luc Godard, 1985

Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.

— Lester Bangs

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There is a craft and a power in listening.

— Glenn Gould

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Wer denkt, vermutet.
Wer empfindet, weiß.

Walk this way ...

In landscape, each rock, each river, each tree has its individual history. A river's history, a tree's, is the sum of all its dialogues, nothing less but nothing more; they contain no emotion, no moral. Human cultures embellish these stories in gardens, buildings, and towns. Stories humans tell have a plot, often with beginning, middle, and end, a deliberate narrative: Stories of survival, identity, power, success, and failure. Like myths and laws, landscape narratives organize reality, justify actions, instruct, persuade, even compel people to perform in certain ways. Landscapes are literature in the broadest sense, texts that can be read on many levels.

— Anne Whiston Spirn

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Louise Brooks

[Bangs; as always.]

You have power over your mind — not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

— Marc Aurel

Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.

— Mary Elizabeth Frye

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

— R. M. Drake

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Der Tod ist süß. Er ist der Punkt am Ende eines Satzes. Da gibt es nichts, wovor man Angst haben müsste. Ich glaube nicht an Gott. Was auch immer nach meinem Tod passiert, ich habe keine Angst. Ich hatte ein so hartes Leben, ich bin sehr müde. Wenn ich sterbe, beginnt einfach das nächste Kapitel.

— Charles Bukowski

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Araki; Sentimental Journey, 1971-1991

/// Make her feel like art.

Alexander Kluge, Pluriversum;
Museum Folkwang, Essen, 15.09.2017 - 07.01.2018

Im Rausch der Arbeit, Begleitprogramm;
mit Hannelore Hoger und Helge Schneider.

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We only have ourselves to go on, and it's enough.

— Charles Bukowski

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It began as a mistake.

— Charles Bukowski

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The less I needed, the better I felt.

— Charles Bukowski

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[Feel the Juche; thank.]

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Ich bin nicht ein Außenseiter. Außenseiter sind alle anderen. Ich bin das Zentrum.

— Werner Herzog

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You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

― Ernest Hemingway

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I don't mind being miles from everybody else. The best artists are those who have stood alone and who can be separated.

— Eva Hesse

You'll see, someday they'll say: Bukowski knew.

People diminish me; the longer I sit and listen to them the more empty I feel, but I don't get the idea that they feel empty, I feel that they enjoy the sound from their own mouths.

— Charles Bukowski

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You have to be interested. If you're not interested, you can't be interesting.

— Iris Apfel

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If I tried to explain, you could never understand. Explaining would only make a worse misunderstanding. Explaining would only set me farther away from you.

— T. S. Eliot

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In every pure landscape, the earth has imitated you.

— Pablo Neruda

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

— Marcel Proust

I love the handful of the earth you are. Because of its meadows, vast as a planet, I have no other star. You are my replica of the multiplying universe.

— Pablo Neruda

Under the anger, under the fear, under the despair, under the broken heartedness, there is a radiance that has never been harmed, that has never been lost, that is the truth of who one is.

— Gangaji

Frida Kahlo

Classy; as always.

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[So the Zone lets the good through and kills the evil?] I don't know. I don't believe that. I think it lets through those who've lost all hope. Not the good or the bad, but the unhappy.

― Andrei Tarkovsky

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I will stay gentle no matter what I endure, I am so much more.

― Tyler Knott Gregson

/// She was not fragile like a flower;
she was fragile like a bomb.

A thing which is present can be invisible, hidden by what it shows.

— René Magritte

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Knowledge must seep into your blood, into your self, not just into your head, you must live it.

— Franz Kafka

Never forget: We walk on hell, gazing at flowers.

— Kobayashi Issa

It is time for a new direction ...

— Andrei Tarkovsky

[Last words, as reported by his wife.]

There is this mystery about people when they leave us.

— Virginia Woolf

The language of birds is very ancient, and like other ancient modes of speech, very elliptical; little is said, but much is meant and understood.

— Gilbert White

I think communication starts when words are not present at all. I think we put so much emphasis on language, actually silence is so much more important.

— Marina Abramovic

/// Middle class values make me sick.

I have always loved everything about you. Even what I didn't understand.

— Albert Camus

Ph. by Jean Francois Jonvelle, 1980

For such gestures one falls hopelessly in love for a lifetime.

— Virginia Woolf

The demand to be loved is the greatest kind of arrogance.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

What a contrast there is between what is fleeting and what is permanent.

— Arthur Schopenhauer

Panzerkreuzer Potemkin; inszeniert von Sergei Eisenstein, 1925

If someday the moon calls you by your name don't be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.

— Shahrazad al-Khalij

The good and the wise lead quiet lives.

— Euripides

François Morellet | Négatif Nr. 10 | 2010

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The Universe is not punishing you or blessing you, the Universe is responding to the vibrational attitude that you are emitting.

— Abraham Hicks

isn't

My current silence interests only me. It touches too many parts of my personal life for me to explain it to you.

— Albert Camus

Peter Zumthor; Atelier.

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Style is the answer to everything.

— Charles Bukowski

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She is suspicious of words. She lives by her senses, by her intuition. We don't have a language for the senses. Feelings are images, sensations are like musical sounds. How are you going to tell about them?

— Anaïs Nin

From București; with love ...

In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.

— Deepak Chopra

Close-Up; dir. by Abbas Kiarostami in 1990

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Ich habe keine Probleme Orte zu verstehen. Ich liebe die gespeicherte Geschichte an und in den Orten. [...] Ich liebe gut gestimmte Räume, ich bin ein absoluter Liebhaber von Räumen.

— Peter Zumthor; im Gespräch mit Juri Steiner

Through living in it, the landscape becomes a part of us, just as we are part of it.

— Tim Ingold

The bicycle is not only noble in relation to body rhythms: It is also generous to thought. For anyone with a tendency to digress, the sinuous company of the handlebars is perfect. When ideas are gliding smoothly along in straight lines, the two wheels of the bicycle carry both rider and ideas in tandem. And when some stray thought afflicts the cyclist and blocks the natural flow of his mind, he only has to find a steep slope and let gravity and the wind work their redemptive alchemy.

— Valeria Luiselli

Classy; as always.

An artist is someone who should raise questions rather than give answers. I have no message.

— Michael Haneke

Arwed Messmer, RAF – No Evidence / Kein Beweis;
Museum Folkwang, Essen, 09.06.2017 - 03.09.2017

Of all the pitfalls in our paths and the tremendous delays and wanderings off the track I want to say that they are not what they seem to be. I want to say that all that seems like fantastic mistakes are not mistakes, all that seems like error is not error; and it all has to be done. That which seems like a false step is the next step.

— Agnes Martin