my dear readers — this is not the 100th blog post, but the 100th visual diary post. wow. when i started another visual diary over four years ago i never expected it to be such a long-term project. but i still enjoy doing it and it makes me very happy to see how many places, … Continue reading
a mix by the very talented greenesteem that suits the feeling of this place very well. enjoy listening.
* because it is still a political act to show your (naked) body on your own terms as a female*/queer.
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today is another birthday of another visual diary. since nearly half a decade (sounds impressive… ummm) i am writing this diary. wow. a big thank you to you readers from (nearly) all over the world! and also to all these wonderful people in my life who support and inspire me in so many different ways … Continue reading
… my ribcage sounds like a fucking railroad track and my breath is a train I just can’t catch. — Andrea Gibson beautiful music ~ a love from outer space beautiful murals ~ by aryz me ~ these days
i am not free in my wilderness i am not free in my loneliness i am no free in my wanna be free come ocean come over me thank you sam for these heartbreaking beautiful lyrics.
dear friends and strangers — this summer i spent a lot of time in berlin. here are some random pictures i took while i was straying through the city. there are so many words in me waiting to be written down. but i will save them for momo #4 which will hopefully be ready in … Continue reading
“we have to create, it is the only thing louder than destruction” — andrea gibson the pictures above are screenshots from visuals i did for the nee klischee party in leipzig in july 2014.
this time another visual diary features photographies by the very talented and wonderful danae who is a filmmaker, thinker & dreamer, passionate coffeedrinker and close friend of mine. she took these pictures while she stayed with me in leipzig and while we visited berlin. i showed her a lot of places i love & it … Continue reading
what do we find where the maps are ending? “There is no beauty without some strangeness.” — Edgar Allan Poe “It felt as if one’s entire world was one, long Sunday afternoon.” — unknown
since i first moved to leipzig in 2007 a lot of things changed. the city around me is changing its face. a lot of the abandoned places i loved to explore don’t exist anymore. now they are refurbished. they look new and neat and the rents are too high. i don’t like that. i don’t like … Continue reading
i wrote this text back in june 2013 — forgot to publish it for so whatever reason. it has been a year now since i came back from london. i know it’s quite pathetic to say this … Continue reading
1 when we kissed for the first time 2 _ cats like ghosts hiding behind corners 3 _ conversations between friends 4_ everything we ever wanted 5 _ be brave 6 _ a safe habour 7 _ keep on fighting 8 _ the future is unwritten 9 _ how it feels like sometimes 10 _ … Continue reading
between here and t_here i conquered days nights days nights. and i remembered so many things… _ fragility _ reflections _ patterns _ dancing _truth _ the streets call _ there’s a light that never goes out _ my hands hurt because i’ve been cutting moons.
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once up on a time we went on a big journey and found a rainbow gate. we were eating rainbows and slept in a purple prince_ss camber while the sky was glowing in purple as well. we met unicors and other creatures at street corners and protested for the freedom to love whoever you want … Continue reading
When I started writing these lines I was on sitting in the bus on my way back to Germany and we were driving in a thunderstorm. I didn’t hear anything but I saw the lightings dancing over the fields. In springtime this year I found a nice surprise in my email account – an email … Continue reading
all these small travels, all these little utopias, all these temporary parallel universes are so important thank you for the good times ♥
your head is a living forest full of song birds e.e. cummings the archive of feelings lives not just in museums, libraries, and other institutions but in more personal and intimate spaces, and significantly, also within cultural genres. ann cvetkovich – an archive of feelings