there was a big art performance in town, i was asked to make a video of it, there were a lot of people, and i said all the time ” excuse me, I must go in front, because i must make the video.” i was happy to be there, the artist was a big master and he hadn’t been in town for a long time. then i found myself sitting at a table, with the master and four of his assistents,the event was structured as an informal meeting, a table discussion, and he was there with his assistents and me at one table, while the rest of the audience was looking at us, there was an embroidered pillow on the table and some pens & notebooks, it looked all damned important,  i was listening to what they said and felt important sitting and listening there at the table, but my mind wandered away, it was not that interesting what they said,  i took a pen and made the embroidery on the cushion a little more beautiful, at some moment i started to feel awkward, i discovered that it wasn’t an informal meeting,  i felt displaced,  i tried to escape to the corner of the stage, where the video camera stood, i took my pillow with me, i felt a kind of ashamed, and went home, without talking to anyone, i took the pillow home. One friend had to laugh a lot, and made a naked body from my drawings on the pillow, and other friend, a graphic designer, who makes a lot of art books for big artists, was not that amused, he said that the people of the gallerie all the time tried to give me signs to leave the table, but they did it behind my back, so i couldn’t see it. he told me that the pillow was an important artwork, and very pricy, and that i was considered to be a thief now. i was in panic. but my boyfriend backed me and said he would pay. he even didn’t ask me why i did it.

i myself even didn’t know why did it, and how  i stranded at that table in the first place. Was it my eagerness to be in the spotlights with the big stars. I couldn’t tell.  But i felt stupid and angry. Stupid to get into such problems, and angry about the faking of informality in such an art event and the respect people give to the money value of an art piece. i felt disgust for this kind of artworks, but still i had to solve this problem. in the mantime the pillow leaked its filling: all kind of symbols shaped foam. very cute… i liked the pillow, although i wasn’t made that well. and i felt happy that my boyfriend reacted so supportive.

Capitalist alienation leads to the over-valuing of certain types of knowledge – particularly verbal knowledge – at the expense of all types of knowledge, including knowledge of how to balance. The repetitive nature of work under capitalist regimes leads to the body becoming constricted. Among many other things, the revolutionary process of disalienation will result in the vast bulk of the world’s population really appreciating what it feels like to stand on their heads, something that has to be felt and done, rather than explained in words. The photo above shows me preparing for the ongoing communist revolution by standing on my head at a nudist beach in Spain.

Basel, 20.5., 23:56.
Ich war dieses Wochenende in Lyon, um für ein Projekt einen Opernsänger zu treffen. Er ist bereits 72 und wurde von Karajan entdeckt. Gross, kräftig. Ein Koloss. Wir sassen in einem Kaffee vor der Opéra de Lyon und er erzählte mir aus seinem Leben. Dass er gerne Clown geworden wäre, oder Filmregisseur. Aber Opernsänger sei auch keine schlechte Option gewesen. Man könne sehr gut davon Leben. Was für ihn Singen sei, fragte ich ihn. Vor allem, dass man damit an bestimmte Gefühle herankäme, die einem sonst im Alltag eher verborgen bleiben, antwortete er. Das sei schon sehr besonders. Ich fand das interessant und stellte mir vor, was sich da alles für Gefühle im Inneren dieses Mannes befänden, die man von aussen nie zu sehen bekäme. Und dann sagte er folgenden Satz: “Ich muss wahrscheinlich von Glück sprechen, dass Gott mir diese Parzival-Stimme in den Hals geschissen hat, denn sie ermöglichte mir ein sehr gutes Leben.”

Heute morgen lief ich die Lyoner Altstadt hoch. Etwa 1000 Treppenstufen bis zur Basilika und dem alten Friedhof. An der Treppenmauer entdeckte ich ein Graffiti: ein Ohr und darunter der Satz “Deposez vos secrets”. Ich musste an diesen Blog hier denken. Das Flüstern eines Geheimnisses. Und dann musste ich an den Mythos von König Midas denken. Dort rennt dessen Diener, der es nicht mehr aushält, ein Geheimnis für sich behalten zu müssen, raus aufs Feld und ruft in ein Erdloch hinein: “König Midas hat Eselsohren”. Erleichtert geht er nach Hause. Doch am nächsten Tag, als die Bauern aufs Feld kommen, ist aus dem Loch ein grosser Farn gewachsen, auf dem gross drauf stand: “König Midas hat Eselsohren”.

how to get rid of consumerism? to paint two of my nails i bought three different colors and at the end i only use one color frequently.so i must think more before i buy, i guess .when i was in a warehouse to buy a birthday cake today, i saw a huge crowd  of people who were looking at clothes, trying them, buying them. I am always astonished how many people are shopping on a sunday morning, i looked at the people in the warehouse, and i  immediately  saw all the hands who made these clothes, somewhere in Bangladesh or China. My shamanic practice in traveling through different times and places become more explicit political at last :-). It taught me to see more realities at the same time. In the space of the luxurious warehouse I saw the over crowded sewing factories. I saw two kind of people at the same time, i saw the people who are spending their money on sundaymorning, and i saw the people who must work 6 days a week, and still don’t earn enough to support their own family.  We all are people who have a heart,  dream about the future, perhaps have sexual desires, fears.

I am even more convinced that i just will buy a piece of cloth when i really need it.

Videla died in prison. Now he is dead, I don’t condemn him anymore for his criminal behavior, i condemn the world, to provide such people the space to play their bloody tricks. and i know, we are the world.

the revolution has only just begun/lost in space/united sorry