The Orb – Toxygene
Archive for the ‘personal’ Category
I loved the 90s
Monday, October 15th, 2007dedication
Wednesday, December 27th, 2006
an old song for the new year
my pics from maramures
Wednesday, September 20th, 2006invitation
Friday, July 14th, 2006
Please come to my exhibition in Iasi, Romania, Triconc Gallery in the Saint Nicolas church’s bell tower.
old houses in Bucharest
Monday, October 17th, 2005Ich bin eine Passantin
Monday, March 21st, 2005
This is the text from my exhibition at the Romanian Cultural Institut from Berlin.
Ich bin eine Passantin, gedankenverloren, ohne Ziel und klare Bestimmung — ein zeitloser magischer Spaziergang durch die Stadt. Ich bin eine geduldige Spurenleserin und werde belohnt mit der Entdeckung neuer Bedeutungen, verborgen den vorbeieilenden Menschen.
Wenn die Lichter in den grossen Staedten ausgehen, denke ich an die Menschen, die sich einer gemeinsamen Dunkelheit anvertrauen. Sie, die so eng beieinander leben, vertrauen einander in einer Weise, die es mir leicht macht auch ihnen zu trauen.
Ich finde Spuren, tief eingeschrieben fuer immer, lange nachdem die Stadt zurueckgelassen worden ist. Ich lese sie aufmerksam und entschliesse mich, diese Spuren mit den Menschen um mich herum zu teilen: ich fuege sie als Filter und Effekte, Lichter und Schatten zu den Fotos meiner Kamera hinzu. Wenn sich die Spuren ueber die digitalen Bilder legen, spielt es keine Rolle mehr, wo ich sie fand, in welcher Stadt, in welchem Land. Es ist diesselbe Stadt, meine Stadt — und sie ist es ueberall nur fuer mich. Ich bringe Ihnen meine Stadt.
I am a lost pedestrian, with no direction, no clear purpose, no time limit in my magic walking through the city. I am a patient trails seeker and I am rewarded with new meanings, unknown to the hurried transient beings.
When the ligh
ts shut down in the big cities, I think of the the people who go to bed giving themselves trustfuly to the colective darkeness. The trust that they have one in another when they decide to live so close to each other makes me trust them, too.
Later I find the traces deeply written in me long after the city is left behind. I read them carefully and I decide to share them with the people around me: so I add them as brushes, touches, filters, lights and shadows over the pixels from my digital camera. As the traces lay over the electronic photos, it doesn’t matter anymore where I am bringing them from, from which city, from which country. It is the same city, my own city, and it is everywhere only for me. I am bringing you my city.
Invitation
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005
If you are in Berlin next week please come and see my exhibition!
Sunny Barcelona
Thursday, January 6th, 2005Rosacrux for Christmas
Wednesday, January 5th, 2005Vacation in Marseille
Wednesday, January 5th, 2005No photoshop for the first 2 of them, just rust and pidgeons’ work.
The angel with the red skirt had stopped for a few minutes on the stairs to talk to a small black bird.
I should also mention an angel who stopped her car in the middle of the road, close to Le Corbusier Hotel, and gave us a ride because she saw us waiting for a bus in the rain. Christmas time, she said.




















































