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Jun 18
Médecins Sans Frontières
Feb 13
The New Yorker
Current Exhibitions
see all'20 Jan 17 - Apr 19
(DE) Berlin
group show curated by Peggy Buth, Ralf F. Hartmann, Friederike Kröbel, Jens-Ole Rey
'19 Dec 30
Von einem der auszog eine Wohnung in Berlin zu finden. Ein Automatisierungsdrama in drei Akten
(DE) Leipzig
lecture — day 4, hall Clarke, 13:30
Von einem der auszog eine Wohnung in Berlin zu finden. Ein Automatisierungsdrama in drei Akten — 3. Akt: In letzter Konsequenz
17 minutes, no breakFully automated puppet theater, 2019/2020
The Princess realizes that she must move to Berlin when she visits the exhibition
"Vulnerable Subjects" in Leipzig. Fortunately, while looking for an apartment,
she meets Kasperle, who introduces her to the Wohnungsbot.
But even though the Wohnungsbot has already relieved countless people of the
symptoms of rent mania, this mission plunges the Wohnungsbot into a crisis of existence,
which not only makes him doubt prevailing narratives of automation.
The stage adaptation of the software "Wohnungsbot" (download at wohnungsbot.de) negotiates the possibilities and consequences of the attempt to solve social problems with technical means.
The stage adaptation of the software "Wohnungsbot" (download at wohnungsbot.de) negotiates the possibilities and consequences of the attempt to solve social problems with technical means.
with
Kasperle
Prinzessin
Krokodil
Wohnungsbot
spoken by
Monika Freinberger (Kasperle, Prinzessin, Krokodil)
Marlene [AWS Polly] (Wohnungsbot)
Copy editing
Christopher Heyder
Production
Ortrun Bargholz
Kasperle
Prinzessin
Krokodil
Wohnungsbot
spoken by
Monika Freinberger (Kasperle, Prinzessin, Krokodil)
Marlene [AWS Polly] (Wohnungsbot)
Copy editing
Christopher Heyder
Production
Ortrun Bargholz
Exhibition view
Detail
Von einem der Auszog eine Wohnung in Berlin zu finden. Ein Automatisierungsdrama in drei Akten — 2. Akt: Das Versprechen des Bots
Installation views from 48 Stunden Neukölln 2019.More information and download of the "Wohnungsbot" at wohnung.neopostmodern.com
Documentation in progress
Total view
View of the storefront-exhibition during early evening
Screens on which the Wohnungsbot is running
Kunststopper (art-catcher) in front of the exhibition
User research at YouTube. It's the best.
Von einem der auszog eine Wohnung in Berlin zu finden. Ein Automatisierungsdrama in drei Akten — 1. Akt: Deine Zukunft ruft! Jetzt antworten
Cybernetic installation with banner, 2019
This the first work in the cycle
Von einem der auszog eine Wohnung in Berlin zu finden. Ein Automatisierungsdrama in drei Akten
(Of someone who went out to find a flat in Berlin. An automation-drama in three acts) was created for the
exhibition Verletzbare Subjekte (Vulnerable subjects) at HGB Leipzig.
Installation view at HGB Galerie / Lichthof, Leipzig
Installation view, close-up
The banner heavily draws on Mladen Stilinović's "An artist who cannot speak English is no artist"1 (1992);
translated to the current housing tensionsin Germany, especially Leipzig and Berlin.
The slogan on one hand plays the myth on that artists are causing gentrification
and are therefore to blame2, while using an odd combination of
corporate3 and pseudo-subversive (which really is the new corporate) design language
to actually reach the people in the art school.
1 1992, see it among other works in WORDS-SLOGANS on his website
2 For an excellent discussion of this issue (and many other housing/gentrification topics, partially specific to Berlin) listen to Andrej Holm in Alternativlos, Folge 40 [de].
3 be.berlin campaign by dan pearlman Group, implemented following the official guidelines.
1 1992, see it among other works in WORDS-SLOGANS on his website
2 For an excellent discussion of this issue (and many other housing/gentrification topics, partially specific to Berlin) listen to Andrej Holm in Alternativlos, Folge 40 [de].
3 be.berlin campaign by dan pearlman Group, implemented following the official guidelines.
The second part, less visible at the first glance, is a box hiding a computer, speaker, and a printer.
Visible to the outside is only a small slid in the front from which, at irregular intervals
apartment listings printed on postcards appear and glide down into the schools patio.
It is driven by a script scouring "a popular apartment listing website", generating the postcards in realtime within seconds of the listing going online. A sound notification is played, urging you to take action.
Now! Time to become a succesful artist!
It is driven by a script scouring "a popular apartment listing website", generating the postcards in realtime within seconds of the listing going online. A sound notification is played, urging you to take action.
Now! Time to become a succesful artist!
A printer in a box printing an apartment listing (GIF)
Apartment listing postcards on the floor in front of the gallery
Was du willst: Credits
Co-Produktion, Kunstbau: Ortrun Bargholz
Musik: Julius Windisch
Sprecherin (Deutsch): Vicki (AWS Polly)
Sprecherin (Deutsch): Kimberly (AWS Polly)
3D Modelle: in Kürze
Was du willst (de: “What you want”) takes visitors through a highly orchestrated system of experiences. It all starts by registering with your personal data so that the system can start to call you and guide you through the process and ends with a print receipt of your alleged personally, as deducted from the data the system gathered about you.
The central question of “What do you really want?”, as posed by the system itself ahead of an initial stimuli reduction is interpreted at multiple levels:
First, if immersion is a desirable state, is it to be achieved by flooding every single sense we have as to leave no room for distraction (as VR supposedly does) or through the mental capacity of entering a state of “flow” or even meditation by reducing external stimuli.
Second, the notion of (digital) recommendation systems which claim to “know” what we want through technological means of data-observation combined with statistical tools, resulting in a questionable “understanding”.
Third, the existence and creation of (adaptive) digital environments which cater our psychology ever better and have reached a point — such as in games automatically adapting difficulty — where for many individuals they represent a more wantable life than our society can offer.
The central question of “What do you really want?”, as posed by the system itself ahead of an initial stimuli reduction is interpreted at multiple levels:
First, if immersion is a desirable state, is it to be achieved by flooding every single sense we have as to leave no room for distraction (as VR supposedly does) or through the mental capacity of entering a state of “flow” or even meditation by reducing external stimuli.
Second, the notion of (digital) recommendation systems which claim to “know” what we want through technological means of data-observation combined with statistical tools, resulting in a questionable “understanding”.
Third, the existence and creation of (adaptive) digital environments which cater our psychology ever better and have reached a point — such as in games automatically adapting difficulty — where for many individuals they represent a more wantable life than our society can offer.
Languages (audio): English, German (individual choice)
Credits
Credits
Installation view
<emphasis><lang xml:lang="de-DE">Was du willst</lang></emphasis> asks the number <emphasis><say-as interpret-as="digits">%s</say-as></emphasis> to approach part 1, station <say-as interpret-as="character">%s</say-as>.<break /> Number <emphasis><say-as interpret-as="digits">%s</say-as></emphasis> please.
This is the last call by <emphasis><lang xml:lang="de-DE">Was du willst</lang></emphasis> for number <emphasis><say-as interpret-as="digits">%s</say-as></emphasis> <break /> Please immediately proceed to part 1, station <say-as interpret-as="character">%s</say-as>.<break /> Last call for <emphasis><say-as interpret-as="digits">%s</say-as></emphasis>
Please take the virtual reality headset and the headphones from the position marked with the letter <break time="0.1s" /> <say-as interpret-as="character">%s</say-as>.<break/> It's easier if you put on the headset first and then the headphones. Please make yourself comfortable on one of the bean-bags.
Welcome to part 1 of <emphasis><lang xml:lang="de-DE">Was du willst</lang></emphasis><break time="1s" /> I am happy to have you here.<break /> Please lay down on one of the bean-bags and make yourself comfortable. In the next 5 to 10 minutes I want to expose you to a stimuli reduction. I would kindly ask you not to take off the headset or the headphones until I ask you to do so.<break time="2s" /> I am sure many things have already happened to you on this day. Therefore I would like to invite you to calm down for a moment and ask yourself: <emphasis>What do you really want?</emphasis>
Hello %s,<break /> Part 2 is waiting for you. There will be everything you want.<break /> Please take off the headphones and the headset now and put them back to the position marked with the letter <break time="0.1s" /> <say-as interpret-as="character">%s</say-as>.<break/> Don't forget to scan your barcode at the next computer before putting on the other headset.
We're about to start. Take your time to adjust the headset so that it sits comfortably and make sure the earpieces sit tight.
Hello {username}
Welcome to your 3 <phoneme alphabet="ipa" ph="diːː">D</phoneme> world.
Here everything just evolves around you, {username}.
I see you like {0}? No problem. I'm glad actually. I have a lot of that for you.
Glad you like it here. You can stay as long as you wish.
I'm also a big fan of {0}. We're a good match, {username}!
You don't like {0}? I'm sorry for that. But I'll find something else for you, don't worry. Out there I have hundreds of objects just waiting to amaze you.
Look, here comes {0}. It's also {1} - you do like that {username}, don't you?
This is something that would suit you: {0}
You can't get enough {username}. But don't worry, it will go on forever.
A world full of {0} just for {username}. That would be quite something, no?
Do you also ask yourself, why there are so many weapons here? Weird, isn't it? Somehow humans seem to like that.
{username}!<amazon:breath duration="long" volume="x-loud"/>Please return to the center!
You don't need to move, everything you want will come to you.
Julian Assange, 47, (03.07.71) has today, Thursday 11 April, been further arrested on behalf of the United States authorities, at 10:53hrs after his arrival at a central London police station. This is an extradition warrant under Section 73 of the Extradition Act. He will appear in custody at Westminster Magistrates' Court later today (Thursday, 11 April).
[news.met.police.uk, emphasis added]
In completely unrelated news: IMF Executive Board Approves US$4.2 Billion Extended Fund Facility for Ecuador (Press Release No. 19/72 - March 11, 2019)
[news.met.police.uk, emphasis added]
In completely unrelated news: IMF Executive Board Approves US$4.2 Billion Extended Fund Facility for Ecuador (Press Release No. 19/72 - March 11, 2019)
Memo to self: LUKS + LVM + chroot + update-initramfs
As I will for sure skrew up things on my machine again sooner or later, here is a slightly nerdy memo to my future self.- It assumes an LUKS-encrypted NVMe with LVM where the first partition is efi, then boot, then root.
-
As my two NVMe drives enjoy swapping their
/dev/nvmeXidentifiers the first line checks for the identifier based on the drive's UUID (which you could get fromblkid). -
The identifier chosen for
cryptsetuphas to match the/etc/crypttabof the machine your chroot-ing into. -
update-initramfs -uis not enough.
# get right NVMe decive
IFS=':'; DEV=(`sudo blkid | grep "UUIDv4"`); unset IFS;
echo "Detected NVMe ${DEV}"
# decrypt drive -- last identifier has to match the target's /etc/crypttab!
sudo cryptsetup luksOpen "${DEV}p3" root_crypt
# mount from mapper (not the identifier above!)
sudo mount /dev/mapper/ubuntu--vg-root /mnt
# mount all the things
sudo mount --bind /dev /mnt/dev
sudo mount --bind /sys /mnt/sys
sudo mount --bind /proc /mnt/proc
sudo mount --bind /run /mnt/run
# or shorter:
for i in /dev /dev/pts /proc /sys /run; do sudo mount -B $i /mnt$i; done
# set up DNS
sudo mount -o bind /etc/resolv.conf /mnt/etc/resolv.conf
# mount /boot
sudo mount "${DEV}p2" /mnt/boot
# mount EFI (wasn't necessary so far)
# sudo mount "${DEV}p1" /mnt/boot/efi
echo "Device mounted and ready to chroot. Run:"
echo "sudo chroot /mnt /bin/bash"
Now inside the machine it should be possible to
update-initramfs -c -k all.
Jahresbericht 2018
← 2017Another year has passed and I haven't gotten any better in keeping in touch with people. Maybe a chronological summary can help?
Okay, I figured that the time/meaningful-events distribution for 2018 was very unbalanced.
Notice: Just like last year, I'm using xkcd-style comments-in-title-text here. Which means: Hover your mouse over the picture to read the comment.
before July
The first half of the
July
after July
35C3 - Day 4 - 14:00 - Room 11 (CCL, floor 2)
A self-organized session to present and discuss People who write code at 35C3!More information at code.neopostmodern.com
»Alles spricht dafür, dass Begriffe wie ‚Künstliche Intelligenz‘ bis zum Jahre 2010 stark relativiert und auf ihren rein technischen, werkzeughaften Sinn reduziert sind.«
- Theo Lutz, 1987 [Quelle]
(Lutz also did computer poetry. Back in 1959. On a Z22. With 3kHz and 38kB drum memory. Read it here.)
Inside the studio for Kubshow
Kubshow #40
In November 2018 Jakob Wierzba invited me to the 40th episode of his radio show "Kubshow" to talk about Menschen die Code schreiben. We were joined by Tristan Schulze.Listen now: Kubshow #40 on Mixcloud [2 hours, 4 minutes and 46 seconds; German]
Mehr CSU-Wähler sind verstorben als zu irgend einer anderen Partei gewechselt.
Quelle: tagesschau.de - und keine Ahnung wo *die* ihre Daten haben
Ableton Live Set Real Export
Assume you want to be able to export your Ableton project's arrangement into a machine readable format to... do some things that machines are good at.You start by opening a
.als file
in a text editor and - if your computer doesn't crash - get to see a lot of random characters.Luckily, Ableton recently released a tool called Ableton Live Set Export.
It does exactly not what the name says:
The library only contains functionality for generating Ableton Live projects. It does not support reading or parsing Live Sets or other Ableton-generated files.Sounds like Alice, doesn't it?
But the internet always has answers.
It turns out that
.als is just a gz-compressed proprietary XML format - and that is pretty easy to use.
So, step one, rename your .als to .als.gz, decompress it and save the file as .xml.Step two, build a little Python (3.6) script - using the help of lxml - and get the data you want!
Caveats (as found so far)
Some weird things when working with Ableton live set files:- Time is measured in beats. This kind of makes sense, but is also really annoying if you want to interact with other software.
The code
from lxml import etree
import math
tree = etree.parse('ableton.xml')
root = tree.getroot()
project_bpm = float(root.find('.//Tempo/Manual').get('Value'))
def beats_to_seconds(beats, bpm):
return beats * 60 / bpm
def seconds_to_time_string(seconds):
milliseconds = round((seconds % 1) * 1000)
seconds = round(seconds)
minutes = math.floor(seconds / 60)
hours = math.floor(minutes / 60)
minutes = minutes % 60
seconds = seconds % 60
return f'{hours:02d}:{minutes:02d}:{seconds:02d}.{milliseconds:03d}'
def beats_to_time_string(beats, bpm):
return seconds_to_time_string(beats_to_seconds(beats, bpm))
tracks_xml = root.findall(".//AudioTrack")
tracks = {}
for track_xml in tracks_xml:
track_id = track_xml.get('Id')
track = {
'id': track_id,
'name': track_xml.find('Name/UserName').get('Value'),
# it's handy to keep an XML element reference while debugging, but not necessary for 'production'
'_xml': track_xml
}
clips_xml = track_xml.findall('.//AudioClip')
clips = []
for clip_xml in clips_xml:
clip_path = '/' + '/'.join([path_xml.get('Dir') for path_xml in clip_xml.findall('.//SearchHint/PathHint/RelativePathElement')]) + '/'
clip = {
'name': clip_xml.find('Name').get('Value'),
'file': clip_xml.find('SampleRef/FileRef/Name').get('Value'),
'path': clip_path,
'start_on_track': beats_to_seconds(float(clip_xml.find('CurrentStart').get('Value')), project_bpm),
'end_on_track': beats_to_seconds(float(clip_xml.find('CurrentEnd').get('Value')), project_bpm),
'start_in_file': beats_to_seconds(float(clip_xml.find('Loop/LoopStart').get('Value')), project_bpm),
'end_in_file': beats_to_seconds(float(clip_xml.find('Loop/LoopEnd').get('Value')), project_bpm),
# it's handy to keep an XML element reference while debugging, but not necessary for 'production'
'_xml': clip_xml
}
clips.append(clip)
track['clips'] = clips
tracks[track_id] = track
# use this to find the IDs of the tracks you're interested in
# I don't think you can guess these from inside Ableton
# for track_id, track in tracks.items():
# print(track_id, track['name'])
track_id_filter = ['144']
for track_id in track_id_filter:
track = tracks[track_id]
print("\n" + track['name'])
for clip in track['clips']:
print(f"{seconds_to_time_string(clip['start_on_track'])} - {seconds_to_time_string(clip['end_on_track'])} "
f"| {clip['name']:20} | {clip['file']} ("
f"{seconds_to_time_string(clip['start_in_file'])} - {seconds_to_time_string(clip['end_in_file'])})")
Sample output
I've redacted the actual values, but you get the idea:TRACK NAME 00:00:00.000 - 00:00:02.500 | CLIP NAME | FILE NAME (00:00:10.500 - 00:00:13.1000) 00:00:03.508 - 00:00:04.027 | CLIP NAME | FILE NAME (00:02:59.625 - 00:03:00.144) 00:00:04.050 - 00:00:06.131 | CLIP NAME | FILE NAME (00:00:21.479 - 00:00:24.560) 00:00:06.131 - 00:00:07.335 | CLIP NAME | FILE NAME (00:00:09.459 - 00:00:11.663) 00:00:07.335 - 00:00:10.595 | CLIP NAME | FILE NAME (00:00:28.572 - 00:00:30.831) 00:00:10.595 - 00:00:12.998 | CLIP NAME | FILE NAME (00:00:15.439 - 00:00:18.842)The first time range indicates the place within your arrangement, whereas the latter one (in brackets) refers to the portion of the source file being used.
Ableton, Ableton Live and some other words in this text are probably protected by copyright and therefore (somehow) belong to someone or something. Also, Ableton hasn't publicly encouraged people to hack there file format so I assume this isn't endorsed by them.
Art school
as it happened.2016-01-04 19:12 - 20:23
A salmon catching a bear
Update (2019): Assuming the bear is society, I'd now opt for being the salmon.
How do you?
(or: What the internet really wants to know is slime)
English
German
French I
French II
Spanish I
Spanish II
Portuguese I
Portuguese II
...and the essential analysis
| Slime | Babies | Food | |
| English | 3rd | (none) | 0% |
| German | 1st - 4th | (none) | 40% |
| French I | 1st, 4th, 10th | (none) | 40% |
| French II | 1st, 4th, 5th | 2nd, 3rd | 20% |
| Spanish I | 2nd | (none) | 80% |
| Spanish II | 2nd | 8th | 50% |
| Portuguese I | 1st | (none) | 70% |
| Portuguese II | 1st | (none) | 80% |
Installation view
In Sarnen (CH) at Galerie Hofmatt I got the possibility
to exhibit alongside my uncle Rüdiger Schöll. In response to his infinitely
layered paintings - but also the very special historic vaulted cellar of the gallery -
I adapted the previous work
http://your.neopostmodern.com/moment
into a spacial setting.
Two projectors fill the room with real-time and continuously updating images, taken from webcams all over the world. In the center there are two fragmented screens, taking on the stripes employed by Rüdiger Schöll, compositing uncanny scenes which at the same time create a strong sense of meaning as well as being pure technical artifacts without intention.
Pixels bend on the curved shapes of the vault, blending technical infrastructure with a historic monument.
Two projectors fill the room with real-time and continuously updating images, taken from webcams all over the world. In the center there are two fragmented screens, taking on the stripes employed by Rüdiger Schöll, compositing uncanny scenes which at the same time create a strong sense of meaning as well as being pure technical artifacts without intention.
Pixels bend on the curved shapes of the vault, blending technical infrastructure with a historic monument.
Read more:
Luzerner Zeitung
The project Menschen die Code schreiben is based on a series of interviews
with people who write code. It aims to offer a complex insight into the motivation
and self-perception of people of all kinds who write code.
Overall view from the front
Directional speakers allow local hearing of a single interview while inviting to wander through the tangle of sound
I've asked 35 very diverse people the following three questions:
The installation tries to find a way to make their answers accessible, as well as questioning itself and the meaning/relevance of the questions.
Why do you write code?
How does it affect you, that you write code?
How does it affect others, that you write code?
The installation tries to find a way to make their answers accessible, as well as questioning itself and the meaning/relevance of the questions.
The floor is spacially labeled to allow navigating through the directional audio tangle.
It is also one of many measures to show that there was an opinionated curatorial process determing which fragments have been selected or how they were grouped.
It is also one of many measures to show that there was an opinionated curatorial process determing which fragments have been selected or how they were grouped.
Labels on the floor below the directional speakers
Front: A list of questions on infinite paper / Back: the research office as part of the installation
A very long (although not infinite) list of questions I've posed myself during the process of preparing, conducting, and editing the interviews, as well as the installation itself - printed on continous form paper.
[...]
Ist die Frage "Warum schreibst du Code?" zu oberflächlich?
Sind die Fragen zu generisch um Menschen in einen wirklichen Reflexionsprozess zu lenken? Also sind am Ende vielleicht die Art und Formulierung mehr für die (mangelnden) Antworten verantwortlich als die (mangelnde) Reflektion der Antwortenden?
Wie beinflusst es die Interviewees in ihren Antworten je nach dem ob sie mich eher als Informatik-Student oder als Kunst-Student wahrnehmen?
Wie stark beeinflusst der persönliche Vertrautheitsgrad die Antworten?
Wie viel geht durch die Verwendung des convenience samples an möglichen Antworten / Bandbreite / Aussagen verloren?
[...]
Hyperscreenshot of the audio editing program
The installation tries to deconstruct it's own methodology as far as possible. By showing how the material was organized, labeled, and what terminology was employed the viewers are empowered to question whether they agree with the structure and what its limitations are.
Further this allows observing clusters and tendencies of which topics are talked about most and in what combination without reverting to a classical quantitative analysis.
As far as available, transcripts of the interviews were available to be read and studied.
They present an unfiltered, uncurated, alternative (original) naration
- which is more "authentic" but also very protractedand and thus harder to digest.
Full interview transcripts were available for viewers to engage further and do their own research
From my opening speech (translated):
How can I reflect the societal bearing of my curiosity on the one hand
and my moralism on the other? Both have a pedagogic claim.
But the key is to not indoctrinate.
Rather to present a methodology along the data. Because unlike my cut,
which conveys a personal view on the situation, the methodology allows to
recognize that very view, further to criticize it and ultimately to form an own view
- potentially on the basis of the exact same data.
Exhibited in the SpinLab,
a start-up accelerator at Halle 14 (Spinnereigelände, Leipzig, DE),
the installation explicitly left the art world while staying at an arms length.
The scaffolding, as a mobile, temporary structure came into the start-up space as a questioning visitor.
This was aimed to on the one hand reach people who wouldn't usually enter a gallery and on the other hand to remain in constant (visual) contact with the subject of the installation: people who write code.
The scaffolding, as a mobile, temporary structure came into the start-up space as a questioning visitor.
This was aimed to on the one hand reach people who wouldn't usually enter a gallery and on the other hand to remain in constant (visual) contact with the subject of the installation: people who write code.
Blender cheat sheet
A very personal collection of shortcuts and utilities I keep forgetting. No intent of completeness.3D View
Selection
A | All/none (2.7) selection |
2.8 A A | None selection |
B | Box select |
Ctrl+I | Invert selection |
Shift+RMB | Set active object |
Shift+S | Cursor to selected (and others) |
Viewing/Modes
/ | Toggle "local" view (isolated) |
2.7 Z | Wireframe ↔ Rendered |
2.8 Z | Select render-style (wireframe, rendered, solid, ...) |
Tab | Object ↔ Edit |
2.7 Ctrl+Tab2.8 1 2 3 | Select Vertex/Edge/Face mode |
Shift+Tab | Toggle snapping |
Ctrl+Shift+Tab | Select snapping mode |
Organizing
Ctrl+P | Set Parent |
Alt+P | Clear Parent |
Ctrl+Alt+G | Remove from group |
Editing
S X X | Scale local X |
P | Selection to separate |
2.7 W | ⇒ Subdivide |
Ctrl+A | Apply transformation |
Ctrl+Shift+ Alt+C | Origin to center of mass/surface/volume |
Hierarchy View
Selection
Ctrl+LMB | Perform action with all children (select, toggle visibility, ...) |
. (NumPad) | Reveal selection |
This will be a new series highlighting the absurd diversity of "things" one
can stumble upon within a short time-frame when leasurely floating through the web.
Freizeit & Internet 1
Who said unicorns are horse-based?
Things that happen in Silicon Valley and also the Soviet Union:
- waiting years to receive a car you ordered, to find that it's of poor workmanship and quality
- promises of colonizing the solar system while you toil in drudgery day in, day out
- living five adults to a two room apartment
- being told you are constructing utopia while the system crumbles around you
- 'totally not illegal taxi' taxis by private citizens moonlighting to make ends meet
- everything slaved to the needs of the military-industrial complex
- mandatory workplace political education
- productivity largely falsified to satisfy appearance of sponsoring elites
- deviation from mainstream narrative carries heavy social and political consequences
- networked computers exist but they're really bad
- Henry Kissinger visits sometimes for some reason
- elite power struggles result in massive collateral damage, sometimes purges
- failures are bizarrely upheld as triumphs
- otherwise extremely intelligent people just turning the crank because it's the only way to get ahead
- the plight of the working class is discussed mainly by people who do no work
- the United States as a whole is depicted as evil by default
- the currency most people are talking about is fake and worthless
twitter.com (Thread)
- waiting years to receive a car you ordered, to find that it's of poor workmanship and quality
- promises of colonizing the solar system while you toil in drudgery day in, day out
- living five adults to a two room apartment
- being told you are constructing utopia while the system crumbles around you
- 'totally not illegal taxi' taxis by private citizens moonlighting to make ends meet
- everything slaved to the needs of the military-industrial complex
- mandatory workplace political education
- productivity largely falsified to satisfy appearance of sponsoring elites
- deviation from mainstream narrative carries heavy social and political consequences
- networked computers exist but they're really bad
- Henry Kissinger visits sometimes for some reason
- elite power struggles result in massive collateral damage, sometimes purges
- failures are bizarrely upheld as triumphs
- otherwise extremely intelligent people just turning the crank because it's the only way to get ahead
- the plight of the working class is discussed mainly by people who do no work
- the United States as a whole is depicted as evil by default
- the currency most people are talking about is fake and worthless
twitter.com (Thread)
»Very few people have the opportunity to have a real, oil painting portrait of Ronald Regan before The Ronald Reagan Collection.«
reagan-paintings.com
Wahlvorurteile, Teil I
| CDU | AfD | Linke | SPD | FDP | Grüne | (+) | (++) |
| 0.00% | 0.00% | 35.71% | 10.71% | 7.14% | 39.29% | 0.00% | 7.14% |
| 0.00% | 0.00% | 31.25% | 0.00% | 6.25% | 15.63% | 31.25% | 15.63% |
| 0.95% | 2.86% | 28.57% | 9.52% | 0.00% | 47.62% | 9.52% | 0.95% |
| 5.26% | 0.00% | 26.32% | 21.05% | 0.00% | 26.32% | 21.05% | 0.00% |
| 0.00% | 0.00% | 35.00% | 0.00% | 5.00% | 10.00% | 40.00% | 10.00% |
| 5.00% | 0.00% | 40.00% | 15.00% | 5.00% | 35.00% | 0.00% | 0.00% |
| 5.26% | 5.26% | 26.32% | 10.53% | 10.53% | 26.32% | 15.79% | 0.00% |
| 1.00% | 0.00% | 32.00% | 12.00% | 5.00% | 15.00% | 30.00% | 5.00% |
| 0.00% | 16.67% | 50.00% | 0.00% | 0.00% | 0.00% | 33.33% | 0.00% |
| 22.22% | 11.11% | 33.33% | 22.22% | 5.56% | 5.56% | 0.00% | 0.00% |
| 4.00% | 0.00% | 40.00% | 16.00% | 0.00% | 30.00% | 10.00% | 0.00% |
| 0.00% | 6.67% | 26.67% | 13.33% | 20.00% | 33.33% | 0.00% | 0.00% |
| 0.00% | 0.00% | 52.63% | 7.89% | 2.63% | 26.32% | 5.26% | 5.26% |
| 5.00% | 0.00% | 27.50% | 17.50% | 5.00% | 22.50% | 20.00% | 2.50% |
| 0.00% | 0.00% | 82.00% | 8.00% | 0.00% | 5.00% | 5.00% | 0.00% |
| 5.00% | 0.00% | 60.00% | 5.00% | 0.00% | 30.00% | 0.00% | 0.00% |
| 0.00% | 0.00% | 60.00% | 20.00% | 2.00% | 10.00% | 3.00% | 5.00% |
| 0.00% | 0.00% | 35.29% | 26.47% | 2.94% | 11.76% | 8.82% | 14.71% |
| 0.00% | 0.00% | 50.00% | 10.00% | 5.00% | 30.00% | 5.00% | 0.00% |
| 0.00% | 0.00% | 30.77% | 10.26% | 2.56% | 25.64% | 30.77% | 0.00% |
| 20.00% | 0.00% | 30.00% | 30.00% | 0.00% | 20.00% | 0.00% | 0.00% |
(+) Didn't vote (++) Not entitled to vote
I am still following up on the work Gera (politisch).
At the HGB Leipzig there is a seminar called Person of no consquences,
concerned with origin, gender, whiteness, shame, social injustice/precarity and the
(de)construction of all the above.
Thus, I repeated the poll: I asked 38 of the seminar's students which party they had voted in Germany's 2017 election (Zweitstimme).
A month later, framed as a prize draw, I asked them to guess what their peers had declared to have voted in the poll (because who knows if they lied?).
Here are the unfiltered results.
Thus, I repeated the poll: I asked 38 of the seminar's students which party they had voted in Germany's 2017 election (Zweitstimme).
A month later, framed as a prize draw, I asked them to guess what their peers had declared to have voted in the poll (because who knows if they lied?).
Here are the unfiltered results.
Tablet-based response entry, with privacy-enhancing blinds
»Welcher Partei haben Sie bei der Bundestagswahl 2017 Ihre Zweitstimme gegeben?«
A visitor responding to the performer
A visitor responding to the performer
A visitor responding to the performer
Looking for a flat in Berlin... here are the numbers.
Criteria
≥ 2.0 rooms
≤ 900€ rent (+ additional costs / heating)
≥ 45m²
Not parterre
12043, 12047, 12049, 12051, 12053, 10967, 10961, 10997, 10999, 10119
Time of day
Flats found, by time of day
Day of the week
Flats found, by day of the week
Size
Data skewed because the size filter (≥ 45m²) was added after data collection had started
Flats found, by size (in m²)
Floor
Data skewed because the parterre filter (floor > 0) was added after data collection had started
Flats found, by floor
Title
Occurrence of selected words in titles of flats found
Raum 2.41
Donnerstag 18:00 Uhr - 24:00 Uhr
Freitag 11:00 Uhr - 22:00 Uhr
Samstag 11:00 Uhr - 22:00 Uhr
Sonntag 11:00 Uhr - 20:00 Uhr
Donnerstag 18:00 Uhr - 24:00 Uhr
Freitag 11:00 Uhr - 22:00 Uhr
Samstag 11:00 Uhr - 22:00 Uhr
Sonntag 11:00 Uhr - 20:00 Uhr
Filmprogramm HGB Rundgang 2018, Teil 1
Filmprogramm HGB Rundgang 2018, Teil 2
Structure Android Screenshot
Mom, look, I'm a real developer now! I've built my first Android app...
How to Structure
This is a rough user manual for Structure. Read the announcement for v0.15.2 (Abstractionism) here. The most recent version of Structure is
— get it here!
Setup
-
Download the latest version
appropriate for your plattform.
(Installing it on macOS is weird, because Apple doesn't like
independentnon-macOS developer's software). - If you don't have one, create a GitHub account. For now this is unfortunately the only available log-in mechanism for Structure.
- Start Structure, log in and bookmark things.
Keyboard shortcuts
Key combinations are not customizable, yet (#7)| Key combination | Action |
|---|---|
[CTRL/CMD] + [n]
|
Create new entry |
[CTRL/CMD] + [t] |
Add tag (only available when viewing a single entry) |
[CTRL/CMD] + [.] or [Esc] |
Back to default view (list of links/notes) |
[CTRL/CMD] + [f] |
Search links/notes |
How do I...
...create a text note? - go toAdd new (or [CTRL/CMD] + [n]) and click on the Need just text? below the URL field...untag? - right click on the tag
...see all links/notes with a tag? - simply (left) click on the tag
...change the color of a tag? - as above (left) click on the tag, then click inside the big color square and change the value (either a hex-code like #00FF00 or a CSS color name like red or navy)
...see all my tags? - o to your user-page (click your username in the top right corner) and then
My tags...navigate the tag-autocomplete with the keyboard? - down/right for the next tag, up/right for the previous
...use the bookmarklet? - go to your user-page (click your username in the top right corner), generate a bookmarklet token, and copy the bookmarklet-code into a browser bookmark (make sure the
javascript: bit gets pasted)...create an RSS-feed? - just like the bookmarklet, generate a token on your user-page. Caution: someone with access to your RSS-feed can see all your saved links (but currently not text-notes) and comments!
Announcing
Structure v0.15.2 (Abstractionism)
The most recent version of Structure is — get it here!
I describe Structure as "A performance-at-interaction oriented and reasonably stylish bookmarking tool for (eventually) everything."
It does a few of the things I was lacking in other bookmarking tools:
- fuzzy organization (multi-tagging instead of hierarchy, title and comment field, everything fully searchable)
- scalable (it should handle 5+ years of bookmarks... so 10k+)
- keyboard-interaction focused (although some details are currently not keyboard-accessible)
- not ugly
- targets everything (URLs/websites, text notes, local files1)
- privacy
- self-determination (export1 your data and leave)
What it doesn't do:
- perfect privacy (it does HTTPS but no client-side encryption - either you trust me or you run your own instance. also it relies on GitHub OAuth2 for authentication due to laziness about rolling an own authentication system)
- tons of apps and integrations (there is a proof-of-concept Android app though)
And it will do a few things I was asked for:
- screenshots1 (for the visual among us)
- snapshots1 (of source code - disappearing and changing websites anybody?)
1 Coming soon, as of Jan 2018. Have a look at the issues on GitHub.
— get it here!I describe Structure as "A performance-at-interaction oriented and reasonably stylish bookmarking tool for (eventually) everything."
It does a few of the things I was lacking in other bookmarking tools:
- fuzzy organization (multi-tagging instead of hierarchy, title and comment field, everything fully searchable)
- scalable (it should handle 5+ years of bookmarks... so 10k+)
- keyboard-interaction focused (although some details are currently not keyboard-accessible)
- not ugly
- targets everything (URLs/websites, text notes, local files1)
- privacy
- self-determination (export1 your data and leave)
What it doesn't do:
- perfect privacy (it does HTTPS but no client-side encryption - either you trust me or you run your own instance. also it relies on GitHub OAuth2 for authentication due to laziness about rolling an own authentication system)
- tons of apps and integrations (there is a proof-of-concept Android app though)
And it will do a few things I was asked for:
- screenshots1 (for the visual among us)
- snapshots1 (of source code - disappearing and changing websites anybody?)
1 Coming soon, as of Jan 2018. Have a look at the issues on GitHub.
Structure screenshot
Get Structure!
You will need a GitHub account for authentication.
You're data will be stored on neopostmodern servers.
You will need a GitHub account for authentication.
You're data will be stored on neopostmodern servers.
Jahresbericht 2017
This is my attempt to answer some of the nice messages I got in the last weeks. Although, using my camera very little makes recalling the events of this year a little harder. Notice: I'm using xkcd-style comments-in-alt-text here. Which means: Hover your mouse over the picture to read the comment.
January
Not too much happened in January, there's nothing relevant on the reel, except for this blurry footage of a mysterious bird that appeared repeatedly on a far roof.
I haven't seen him since.
Oh. There's a short film I finished with M. F. — that was January, too.
A blurry picture of a bird
I've sent it to a bunch of festivals since but it hasn't attracted any love. Still it was an interesting experience to go through all the stages of producing a short film and actually finish something (which I haven't always been expert at in the past).
February
My Birthday, handing in my thesis (computer science!) and "Rundgang" with raum234.bsp — all in one day.
March
A little trip around Europe where I met and couch-surfed some of you.
That's a dead link right now, but I'll upload some pictures soon.
That's a dead link right now, but I'll upload some pictures soon.
May
Presented my thesis as a poster at QoMEX 2017 and am now appearing on Google Scholar. ✓ (Unicode Character 'CHECK MARK' U+2713)
July
A family vacation. Sailing around Mallorca. The two essential pictures:
Me, on a self-built swing attached to the mast of the yacht. Yes, I did break my rib afterwards.
Me, experimenting with "being German" at Ballermann.
August/September
Preparing and running a group show, all in VR, in a now-defunct lignite mine site: THIS IS FAKE (Website in reconstruction, but there are videos here and here)
That was a bit exhausting. After a North Sea cool-down (no pun intended) phase, renovation work at R.'s house in Selchow (Storkow) in Brandeburg called, as a balance to all the art.
Also, this is O. who takes up significant amounts of time in my life now.
A 3D-scan of me, talking a lot.
Really, how much more impressive is a brick and mortar wall (no pun intended) as opposed to a VR world.
November
Tiny solo-show in Berlin with one of the THIS IS FAKE projects and another VR-participation in a group show. To much of my own surprise I got positive responses from two competitions where I had sent in works I had mostly finished in Lisbon: The HGB Study Award exhibition in Leipzig,
As y'all are lazy, this is the link in the picture. It was a bit disappointing to realize that less than 30 people visited the website throughout the exhibition duration. Apparently web-based art still has a long way to go in public reception.
and the German [Youth] Multimedia Award in Dresden (where the setup was done so brutally that I won't dare to upload a picture here).
Many people thought this was just art, BUT IT'S A REAL HYPERLINK THAT WORKS ON THE REAL INTERNET!!1!!1!
December
The Dresden exhibition sent me to Budapest for a partner-show.
And finally an experimental performance at a school project group-show in Leipzig.
2017 closed as fast and packed as it was. The 27th already I left the cosy and calm christmas home and attended the 34C3 conference (some of the talks I recommend are listed here).
I've been thinking a lot about just how packed, just how many exhibitions, just how much in general (and what of course) I want to do in the upcoming year. Maybe it's been a little too much. For now it looks like I'll take some sort of a break from the media art studies after doing my pre-diploma in summer and re-connect with the real world a bit. Maybe finally pick up on the electronic medical record system work again. Or at least attend a different art school.
At least I hope to get to see and spent time with many of you.
Boy with a maybe-not-all-hope-in-art-is-lost face.
I don't have any documentation for this project yet, so everybody just be creeped out by my massive eye.
Happy 2018!
34C3
Kind of recommended
- Ecstasy 10x yellow Twitter 120mg Mdma (Shipped from Germany for 0.1412554 Bitcoins)
!Mediengruppe Bitnik Highly recommended if you don't know their work yet, otherwise just what you expected
- Die göttliche Informatik Rainer Rehak
- Pointing Fingers at 'The Media' (The Bundestagswahl 2017 and Rise of the AfD)
- Social Cooling - big data’s unintended side effect
Tijmen Schep
- Robot Music (The Robots Play Our Music and What Do We Do?)
Jacob Remin & goto80 Don't expect any art-conceptual insights though
- Ecstasy 10x yellow Twitter 120mg Mdma (Shipped from Germany for 0.1412554 Bitcoins)
!Mediengruppe Bitnik Highly recommended if you don't know their work yet, otherwise just what you expected
- Die göttliche Informatik Rainer Rehak
- Pointing Fingers at 'The Media' (The Bundestagswahl 2017 and Rise of the AfD)
- Social Cooling - big data’s unintended side effect
Tijmen Schep
- Robot Music (The Robots Play Our Music and What Do We Do?)
Jacob Remin & goto80 Don't expect any art-conceptual insights though
Performance, 2017
In this perfomance I put myself in the exhibition space for the opening wearing a custom-built eye tracker which showed in real-time where my gaze was directed, observable on screens attached to my augmented body.
During the opening speech by the president Thomas Locher, view from behind [credit: Micha Dykta]
»Wichtig ist auch, daß die Mimikry nicht unbedingt eine aufbegehrende oder auch nur bewußte Intentionalität voraussetzt. Im Gegenteil, sie kann Zeichen für eine völlig unbewußte Anpassung an die Bilder sein, über die das Subjekt üblicherweise von der Kamera bzw. dem Blickregime wahrgenommen wird.
Die Pose muß viel allgemeiner als fotografische Prägung des Körpers verstanden werden, derer sich das Subjekt nicht unbedingt bewußt ist: Sie kann das Resultat eines Bildes sein, das so oft auf den Körper projiziert worden ist, daß das Subjekt beginnt, sich sowohl psychisch wie auch körperlich mit ihm zu identifizieren. Dieses Bild ist im übrigen durchaus nicht immer schmeichelhaft oder lustvoll besetzt.«
Die Pose muß viel allgemeiner als fotografische Prägung des Körpers verstanden werden, derer sich das Subjekt nicht unbedingt bewußt ist: Sie kann das Resultat eines Bildes sein, das so oft auf den Körper projiziert worden ist, daß das Subjekt beginnt, sich sowohl psychisch wie auch körperlich mit ihm zu identifizieren. Dieses Bild ist im übrigen durchaus nicht immer schmeichelhaft oder lustvoll besetzt.«
— Silverman, Kaja, Dem Blickregime begegnen, in: Kravagna (Hg.), Privileg Blick. Kritik der visuellen Kultur, Berlin 1997, p. 50
Front view during the performance, showing the eye tracker and the laptop screen attached to the body [credit: Julie Hart]
2 HD screens and laptop (worn with a custom-built harness)
2 modified webcams and IR light source (attached to a custom-built head mount)
power outlet from wall attached to body (25 meter cord)
runs a modified version of Pupil
2 modified webcams and IR light source (attached to a custom-built head mount)
power outlet from wall attached to body (25 meter cord)
runs a modified version of Pupil
Throughout the twentieth century there was a growing debate about the gaze and it's implication on society and individuals within it.
The technological developments of the early twenty-first century added a new immediacy and impact to this. The gaze itself of course always had been immediate, observable by the parties involved. But it was limited to its physical environment. Audience measurement was rudimentary. Not so in the present day and especially the internet: Knowing who sees what when had grown beyond mass surveillance. Every user of social media gets near to real-time feedback on their performance.
Results vary, but the influence of the public telegaze has been strong enough for large shares of social media users turn to (supposedly) more oblivious and private ways of exposing themselves, such as Snapchat (and the inclusion of their features into other mainstream products). Silverman's words on unconsciously posing for the camera seem to fulfill even more today, taking into account just how often each individual is photographed (or photographing themselves). And on the other side the emergence of terms such as social cooling proves that users now feel, acknowledge and fear that even looking at something is an act with strings attached.
The performance Blickregime (sehen und gesehen werden) bridges the technological and social/physical space into a performance. This format creates an actual experience of gazing and being gazed upon, a fundamental advantage. Only in involuntarily forcing bystanders to take both sides it can be achieved to gain an understanding (and hence empathy) of the ubiquitous process, the social dynamic of the regime of the gaze. The performance initially has no claim to action: merely by existing it attempts to expose the existence of the regime. In echo to Minujín's work the opening was chosen as the ideal moment of observation. The multiple layers of sehen und gesehen werden (see and be seen) unfold: gallery visitors see artworks, gallery visitors see gallery visitors, gallery visitors see the performance, the performer sees gallery visitors and artworks and everybody can see exactly how the performance sees all this, inviting the visitors to extrapolate this visibility to their own gaze and that of their surrounding. A feedback system establishes itself. The gaze is felt, spatially, physically. And as a performer I am the first to notice the arising self-censorship. Moving your eyes loses it's unconscious innocence. The sensation stays, even after leaving the apparatus. You'll never look at anything the same way anymore.
The technological developments of the early twenty-first century added a new immediacy and impact to this. The gaze itself of course always had been immediate, observable by the parties involved. But it was limited to its physical environment. Audience measurement was rudimentary. Not so in the present day and especially the internet: Knowing who sees what when had grown beyond mass surveillance. Every user of social media gets near to real-time feedback on their performance.
Results vary, but the influence of the public telegaze has been strong enough for large shares of social media users turn to (supposedly) more oblivious and private ways of exposing themselves, such as Snapchat (and the inclusion of their features into other mainstream products). Silverman's words on unconsciously posing for the camera seem to fulfill even more today, taking into account just how often each individual is photographed (or photographing themselves). And on the other side the emergence of terms such as social cooling proves that users now feel, acknowledge and fear that even looking at something is an act with strings attached.
The performance Blickregime (sehen und gesehen werden) bridges the technological and social/physical space into a performance. This format creates an actual experience of gazing and being gazed upon, a fundamental advantage. Only in involuntarily forcing bystanders to take both sides it can be achieved to gain an understanding (and hence empathy) of the ubiquitous process, the social dynamic of the regime of the gaze. The performance initially has no claim to action: merely by existing it attempts to expose the existence of the regime. In echo to Minujín's work the opening was chosen as the ideal moment of observation. The multiple layers of sehen und gesehen werden (see and be seen) unfold: gallery visitors see artworks, gallery visitors see gallery visitors, gallery visitors see the performance, the performer sees gallery visitors and artworks and everybody can see exactly how the performance sees all this, inviting the visitors to extrapolate this visibility to their own gaze and that of their surrounding. A feedback system establishes itself. The gaze is felt, spatially, physically. And as a performer I am the first to notice the arising self-censorship. Moving your eyes loses it's unconscious innocence. The sensation stays, even after leaving the apparatus. You'll never look at anything the same way anymore.
Minujín's "MINUCODEs" (1968)
Installation view with VR laboratory c/o KUNSTPUNKT BERLIN
Installation view at HGB Galerie
Generative Online Photography, 2017
Nominated for HGB Studienpreis 2017
Nominated for HGB Studienpreis 2017
When viewing the website, the viewer is prompted to choose a moment. It is stored on the device and is retained indefinitely. All future actions start from this moment, it "belongs" to the viewer.
At this very moment, one of the servers performing this work retrieves images from 24 randomly selected webcams. The webcams are located in the 24 time zones of the earth, one per time zone. The database contains between 60 and 100 active webcams.
The results are presented as a triptych (responsively, so on small devices they are stacked vertically). For each image, 3 to 7 layers are superimposed. The actual composition changes with every call of the page and can be forced with the "reload" button.
Thus, every moment that is fixed in its temporal dimension encompasses an immeasurably large number of combinations of its visual archiving. Several forms of time are negotiated: local (time zones, refresh and transfer rates), technical (webcam aesthetics) and historical (the moment in general — but especially internet — development, where it is [still] possible to access a large number of single-frame based webcams worldwide).
At this very moment, one of the servers performing this work retrieves images from 24 randomly selected webcams. The webcams are located in the 24 time zones of the earth, one per time zone. The database contains between 60 and 100 active webcams.
The results are presented as a triptych (responsively, so on small devices they are stacked vertically). For each image, 3 to 7 layers are superimposed. The actual composition changes with every call of the page and can be forced with the "reload" button.
Thus, every moment that is fixed in its temporal dimension encompasses an immeasurably large number of combinations of its visual archiving. Several forms of time are negotiated: local (time zones, refresh and transfer rates), technical (webcam aesthetics) and historical (the moment in general — but especially internet — development, where it is [still] possible to access a large number of single-frame based webcams worldwide).
The work is presented as a URL plot applied to the wall
View from outside into the exhibition hall
All screenshots taken 2018-01-11
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Exhibitions 2017
DEC 2—JAN 21
New Budapest Gallery, Budapest (HU)
<19 Freestyle Computing Competition award exhibition, as a non-competing guest
DEC 13—JAN 20
HGB Galerie, Leipzig (DE)
group show curated by Clemens von Wedemeyer / Alba d'Urbano / Peggy Buth
Site-specific VR-lecture, 2017
Framed as an on-site VR-lecture reflecting its own technology, this work was specific to the "Bautechnisches Denkmal Schacht Dölitz", a now defunct lignite mine shaft in southern Leipzig. The site was 3D-scanned and 3D-modelled. In VR we see a reproduction of what immediately surrounds us: the old installations, initially constructed in the 1890s, the modifications done in the 1920s, 1960s, the demolitions of the 1970s.
First lignite mine shaft, then conversion in the GDR, then dilapidation. What historical authenticity can such virtual experiences develop in the auratic context of a real system? Is the logic of representation limited by the medium? How do different representations — rough 3D scans, clean 3D models, a talk, poetry — as different kinds of prosthetic knowledge alter our acceptance of its history, as a heritage, and its existence as a "memory"? A polemic, drawing on Jorge Luis Borges' 1947 short story El Inmortal (The Immortal).
First lignite mine shaft, then conversion in the GDR, then dilapidation. What historical authenticity can such virtual experiences develop in the auratic context of a real system? Is the logic of representation limited by the medium? How do different representations — rough 3D scans, clean 3D models, a talk, poetry — as different kinds of prosthetic knowledge alter our acceptance of its history, as a heritage, and its existence as a "memory"? A polemic, drawing on Jorge Luis Borges' 1947 short story El Inmortal (The Immortal).
2D documentary video (10:18, German audio - Spanish subtitles available)
Credits
Camera and 3D scan boom: Julie Hart
Sound: Leon Naffin
3D model template: Bernd Mörsberger
3D scan software: BundleFusion
Thanks to: Leon Naffin, Ortrun Bargholz
Interactive installation with VR, 2017
We have mirrors and photographs,
but our self-perception is trapped within the mediality of the 'Abbildung' (image/reproduction).
With Virtual Reality this can be overcome, since vision is detached from the own body. Does this also detach and dissolve self-perception as known until today? Is this a first step towards trans-humanism?
It isn't. We recognize ourselves with even low-resolution, square-y, hollow representations of ourselves. But we don't associate with the body, can't move naturally, are awkwardly lost in overlapping physical and virtual spaces. The movement of the own body, the movement of others entering the light cube (a physical take on the chaperone usually used in VR to remind users of the physical limits) and the movement of the virtual camera are quite overwhelming.
With Virtual Reality this can be overcome, since vision is detached from the own body. Does this also detach and dissolve self-perception as known until today? Is this a first step towards trans-humanism?
It isn't. We recognize ourselves with even low-resolution, square-y, hollow representations of ourselves. But we don't associate with the body, can't move naturally, are awkwardly lost in overlapping physical and virtual spaces. The movement of the own body, the movement of others entering the light cube (a physical take on the chaperone usually used in VR to remind users of the physical limits) and the movement of the virtual camera are quite overwhelming.
Installation view at Neue Sortierung (Schacht Dölitz), Leipzig [credit: ? / THIS IS FAKE]
Participants experiment games within the installation
Same view, but as seen in VR
Real-time 3D data is acquired through Kinect RGBD-cameras
Multi-camera aggregation and networking is facilitated by:
Kowalski, M.; Naruniec, J.; Daniluk, M.: "LiveScan3D: A Fast and Inexpensive 3D Data Acquisition System for Multiple Kinect v2 Sensors". in 3D Vision (3DV), 2015 International Conference on, Lyon, France, 2015
Kowalski, M.; Naruniec, J.; Daniluk, M.: "LiveScan3D: A Fast and Inexpensive 3D Data Acquisition System for Multiple Kinect v2 Sensors". in 3D Vision (3DV), 2015 International Conference on, Lyon, France, 2015
One key aspect missing in this documentation — so far — is the role of the person in virtual reality as a performer.
On the other hand, the one-regarding-themself is in the attention of everybody not in VR. He is looked at without being able to look back. The light cube creates a physical sub-space in the surrounding (physical) exhibition space. This sub-space is usually accepted as a stage, the invisible boundaries aren't trespassed by viewers.
The privacy of the own body experience, of losing oneself in immersion, of moving in a virtual environment - it is involuntarily presented as a performance.
The light cube was fitted into the industrial exhibition room to create a sub-space and stage, inspired by the in-VR chaperone
Exhibition flyer
The Artist's Guide to BundleFusion with a Kinect
Let's assume happen to have the right hardware (see below) and you'd like to work with BundleFusion. It sure looks cool.
Except, it's not so easy to get to work as it maybe promised. Here is my somewhat-more-in-depth (as compared to the README) setup process:
Pre-requisites
Hardware
- Kinect360 with the slightly overpriced USB 2.0 adapter or
KinectOne (aka. v2) with the overpriced USB 3.0 adapter(not) - Reasonable PC with a reasonable Nvidia GPU (don't ask me what that means)
- MSFT Windows 10 :(
Drivers
- Nvidia drivers (figure this out yourself, for my VR things I needed the most up-to-date available)
- CUDA 7.0 (do a custom install to preserve your shiny new drivers)
- MSFT Visual Studio 2013 (you can get that at their website after registration for free)
- for Kinect360
- Kinect SDK 1.8
- for KinectOne
- Kinect SDK 2.0
- the most recent drivers (which you get by doing this one weird trick -- no pun intended)
Don't bother thinking about using a recent CUDA or Visual Studio version. Just don't.
Downloading and setting up the code
If you use git it might be more straight-forward, but since I never properly set up my MSFT Windows install, I downloaded the ZIPs directly from GitHub.
- Grab a ZIP of the master of the repo. Unpack it to
BundleFusion-master. - Grab a ZIP of the mLib submodule at the correct revision. Confirm this by navigating to
/external/. Unpack this and replaceBundleFusion-master/external/mLib. - Grab the mLib external libraries from this Dropbox link they provide. This seems to be a bunch of dependencies or builds -- but no idea, really. Unpack and place next to
BundleFusion-master.
This should leave you with the following folder structure. Double check this, it'll screw you up.
BundleFusion-master/
external/
mLib/ # this is the submodule you replaced
data/
src/
[...]
FriedLiver/
[...]
FriedLiver.sln
[...]
mLibExternal/ # you downloaded this from Dropbox
include
libsWindows
[...]
Adjusting the code for your needs
Open BundleFusion-master/FriedLiver/FriedLiver.sln with Visual Studio 2013 (make sure it's really the 2013 version, Help > About Microsoft Visual Studio). Open the file GlobalAppState.h and change line 3 to 10 to the following to enable your Kinect(s):
#define KINECT
#define KINECT_ONE
//#define OPEN_NI
#define BINARY_DUMP_READER
//#define INTEL_SENSOR
//#define REAL_SENSE
//#define STRUCTURE_SENSOR
#define SENSOR_DATA_READER
Now switch to a production (Release) build. The Debug builds don't work for me, missing FreeImage.dll. Check that your code and build config look somewhat like this:
VS screenshot
Build
Go to Build > Build Solution of CTRL + SHIFT + B and hope for the best. If you get any errors, you're on your own now. Otherwise: Congratulations! You have now compiled BundleFusion, which is about 80% of the hastle to get to an actual 3D scan.
Configure
Copy the two files zParametersBundlingDefault.txt and zParametersDefault.txt from to BundleFusion-master/FriedLiver to BundleFusion-master/FriedLiver/x64/Release.
Open them with a reasonable editor (e.g. Notepad++, not the regular Notepad, it doesn't understand line-endings).
As you can see, there is a lot of things to configure. Trial and error FTW. Run it after every change to see if it helped.
First of all, in zParametersDefault.txt in line 2 specify the sensor you're going to use. I only got the Kinect360 to work, so that means
s_sensorIdx = 0;
Another thing that was crucial for getting it to work for me was changing line 49 in zParametersDefault.txt to
s_hashNumSDFBlocks = 100000; //smaller voxels require more space
because 100000 is suggested in a comment in the original file.
Try to run it
Start BundleFusion-master/FriedLiver/x64/Release/FriedLiver.exe. If that crashes with
bundlefusion-master\friedliver\source\depthsensing\VoxelUtilHashSDF.h(135) : cudaSafeCall() Runtime API error 2: out of memory.
You'll want to go back to configuration and randomly change some numbers.
Shortcuts for interaction
Once you got the little preview window up and running, you'll quickly wonder how the hell you're supposed to interact with this software: Where's the colored view? And how do you export anything at all?
This bug hints at reading the source code (obvious place to look for shortcuts), specifically Source/DepthSensing/DepthSensing.cpp, where starting at line 205 we find this:
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L"Controls ");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \tF1:\t Hide help");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \tF2:\t Screenshot");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'R':\t Reset scan");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'9':\t Extract geometry (Marching Cubes)");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'8':\t Save recorded input data to sensor file (if enabled)");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'7':\t Stop scanning");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'6':\t Print Timings");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'<tab>':\t Switch to free-view mode");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'1':\t Visualize reconstruction (default)");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'2':\t Visualize input depth");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'3':\t Visualize input color");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'4':\t Visualize input normals");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'5':\t Visualize phong shaded");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'H':\t GPU hash statistics");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'T':\t Print detailed timings");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'M':\t Debug hash");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'N':\t Save hash to file");
g_pTxtHelper->DrawTextLine(L" \t'N':\t Load hash from file");
The most important keys are 9 (export) and 2 (color).
Look at the results
The exported .ply files are stored in BundleFusion-master\FriedLiver\x64\Release\scans and named scan.ply, scan1.ply et cetera. Work out a system for yourself.
Post-process
Have a look at this two part tutorial by Intel to get your model simplified, textured and (optionally) into Unity.
To be continued
Okay, I lied. Things aren't working super well and most likely you couldn't follow the instructions. But I hope you're a little further now.
meta-cat 1, screenshot
meta-cat 2, screenshot
meta-cat 3, screenshot
meta-cat 4, screenshot
User-generated crypto performance, 2014, 2016, 2017
Awarded with the Deutscher Multimediapreis mb21 for the 2017 annual theme Big Dada
A fascinated participant of Project David
Who has ever used PGP to encrypt an e-mail? PGP was the only real end-to-end encryption mechanism available (untilt the emergence of the Signal protocol, such as also used by WhatsApp) in 2013 when Snowden made his revelations. And since PGP was and is so rarely used: isn't it more dangerous to use it, since it raises the surveillors’ attention?
Project David fills this gap by engaging viewers in a playful, dadaist, yet superficial manner to generate more encrypted communication. In a fake terminal an excerpt of the Snowden leaks is presented, which no one ever really read either. The participant is reduced to play with speed and color of the predetermined output.
The text is then encrypted and sent to one's personal e-mail address over the Tor network, another privacy tool. This generates encrypted traffic and spreads the colorful artwork, an undecipherable block of numbers and letters.
Still this is Big Dada: no art installation will ever build a cover for vulnerable real-world users. It's a mere symbolic act against the seemingly overpowering Goliath of surveillance agencies.
Installation view at New Budapest Gallery (HU)
Exhibition view at New Budapest Gallery (HU)
The colored MIDI-controller in front of the screen
128.9 MB Sunrise
(work in progress)
(work in progress)
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Quora questions
It's not always about answers. Art is all about questions.
What do machine learning experts do? Don't they just train the neural network and leave it till it 'mature'?
What are some industries where Machine Learning could be implemented but hasn't been yet?
Is it possible to get involved in machine learning and neural networks without a background in neuroscience?
What do we know about real neural networks that hasn't yet been applied in Machine Learning?
How "neural" are neural networks?
How can a neural network learn itself?
How do I learn neural networks?
What are some industries where Machine Learning could be implemented but hasn't been yet?
Is it possible to get involved in machine learning and neural networks without a background in neuroscience?
What do we know about real neural networks that hasn't yet been applied in Machine Learning?
How "neural" are neural networks?
How can a neural network learn itself?
How do I learn neural networks?
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SCREENTEST #8 - Speed Exhibitions
Ich dachte es muss "Krieg oder Frieden" heißen
Max Ratay, Fabian Lehmann, Clemens Schöll
Ich dachte es muss "Krieg oder Frieden" heißen
Max Ratay, Fabian Lehmann, Clemens Schöll
Installation view
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There won't be a revolution through technology – but there won't be a revolution without technology either.
The revolution's technology needs infrastructure. But all current infrastructure represents powerstructures opposite to our goals.
What is more, all previous attempts to reappropriate this infrastructure – and it has to be stressed that it is crucial infrastructure – have failed. A proposal targeted at the code-literate, tech-savvy, ideology-driven leftist user can't possibly replace an all-encompassing structure; it will remain a utopia drifting ever further from the mainstream capitalist reality in terms of performance. We can't run the revolution on imperformant infrastructure.
A powerfull, people-owned, distributed infrastructure is needed. An infrastructure based on consensus, transparency, open source and open governance, that is: anarchist planning theory. And when governance is taken from us in open source areas we have to for and starve the tyranns of our ideas.
We need an inclusive, open to the public, to the not technically savvy – we need A POPULIST CLOUD.
The revolution's technology needs infrastructure. But all current infrastructure represents powerstructures opposite to our goals.
What is more, all previous attempts to reappropriate this infrastructure – and it has to be stressed that it is crucial infrastructure – have failed. A proposal targeted at the code-literate, tech-savvy, ideology-driven leftist user can't possibly replace an all-encompassing structure; it will remain a utopia drifting ever further from the mainstream capitalist reality in terms of performance. We can't run the revolution on imperformant infrastructure.
A powerfull, people-owned, distributed infrastructure is needed. An infrastructure based on consensus, transparency, open source and open governance, that is: anarchist planning theory. And when governance is taken from us in open source areas we have to for and starve the tyranns of our ideas.
We need an inclusive, open to the public, to the not technically savvy – we need A POPULIST CLOUD.
As stated at Telekommunist International.
with Maria Francisca de Abreu-Afonso
Near-Fi short film, 2017
13:06, color (HD), stereo sound (PT/DE)
Written and shot in Portugal and Germany in 2015 / 2016 with a broken Nikon P5100 and a regular D7100
A young German's video camera breaks. He sees it as a sign of the disintegrating media scene and lost of trust in the news. After the right wing gains power in the 2017 elections, he flees to Portugal but remains unsure whether this was an adequate reaction. As he looks back, he asks himself if anything happened at all.
Near-Fi short film, 2017
13:06, color (HD), stereo sound (PT/DE)
Written and shot in Portugal and Germany in 2015 / 2016 with a broken Nikon P5100 and a regular D7100
A young German's video camera breaks. He sees it as a sign of the disintegrating media scene and lost of trust in the news. After the right wing gains power in the 2017 elections, he flees to Portugal but remains unsure whether this was an adequate reaction. As he looks back, he asks himself if anything happened at all.
Film still
Film still
Film still
Film still
Film still
Film still
Three film stills of Ponte 25 de Abril
Shot winter 2015/2016. Curated winter 2016/2017.
Shot winter 2015/2016. Curated winter 2016/2017.
Film still of Ponte 25 de Abril
Film still of Ponte 25 de Abril
Film still of Ponte 25 de Abril
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PureData (pd-l2ork) and two small MIDI controllers
GUI froze about 15 minutes in, audio analysis crashed another 15 minutes later.
HGB Party: Hybris
Visuals for Hugo Capablanca
Visuals for Hugo Capablanca
Jahnallee 65
04177 Leipzig
04177 Leipzig
99 bottles on the table
Auf Wiedersehen, Berlin.
Untitled (Holzfahrrad)
Bike frame, wood, leather
Created circa 2011, destroyed circa 2016
Bike frame, wood, leather
Created circa 2011, destroyed circa 2016
Photographed 2016-08-31 prior to destruction
10 Signs You're Overwhelmed by the Twenty-first Century
(2016)
(2016)
A SUDDEN GAIN OF PERSPECTIVE
A sudden gain of perspective.
Issued by: sitting on the side walk, starring into the wet streets, the yellow light reflected on the darkness of the night, on your birthday. 00:49AM all alone, between one group of friends and the other, ultimately alone, as always.
IMMUNE SYSTEM
As a kid, I used to lick the handrails leaving the subway stations because I assumed it strengthened my immune system.
As a teenager, I had only shitty boyfriends, because I heard I'd eventually build up character.
As an adult – so far – I've been living in awful places, pursuing degrading jobs, because I hoped it would train my aesthetic and prepare me for pleasure, even happiness maybe.
At least, I tell you so now, to excuse the lousy choices I've made all my life; including you. And to explain why I am such an asshole now,
I guess I just over-adapted to this world.
AND ADMIRE HER
There is a groundbreaking sadness in you.
It slowly walks out of the back door of your thoughts and assaults your projections of happiness, that threatens me every day we wake up. I just can’t look into the assumed perfectness of your life without crying, I am attracted to you because I admire it - but I can’t actually deal with it, or with you.
But when you saw him die and the sadness broke out of you, I finally became a person in our relationship. No, actually, that was the relationship’s beginning. Everything before that was me drooling over what you tossed at me, because it was your left overs.
Your emotional leftovers mainly.
I can’t deal with your sadness. It breaks me.
I wonder through the yellow-lit, black-shadow, gray-water streets to the place I used to live. I still pay rent for it, but I never make it there, everyday I want to wake up there, but in the evenings my miserableness pushes me towards you, trying to feel something in the fire I make of your emotional leftovers.
Now that you are depressed, I can’t burn anything. I step into a pond, a mixture of piss, rain and drugs, right in front of my door. I’d been gone for so long, I had forgotten about how terrible the area was, the house, the people in there, my minimalist room, that was supposed to air confidence and conscious living, but the mattress on the broken tiles in front of the dirty wall with nothing on it but dirt and dead spiders just emphasized my mediocre self-pity. There wasn’t anything heroic about being unable to fashion a room.
I turn the key, which to my surprise I found in my pocket and happens to still work and stand in the hallway, a guy I’d been living with for 8 months comes out of the shower and talks to me for the first time: “Man, could you move out, like no bad vibes, but some friends are coming into town and the don’t have a place and we want to record together, so you know.” “Yeah, I’m not much of a musician.” I reply and walk by him. He probably starred after me, but I manage to reach my room without talking to anybody else.
Light floods in through the door. I hadn’t noticed the sun rise. When had it come back to life?
I hadn’t noticed, that the sun ever shines into my window, apparently I had never been at home, awake and conscious just after sunrise. Six years of lamenting about living in a dark alley and the sun just pours into my room on a January morning.
A strong urge to call her passes me. “I just wanted to let you know that we won’t see again. I found my old life and it’s okay. It’s actually shit but still better than with you. I hope we can stay friends.”
I put my 3 shirts, the spare trouser and the little underwear into the half-molded suitcase which I brought with me when first entering the city; put the mattress over my head and walked out.
The guy was still standing in the same spot with the towel around his waist. “Can you fake my signatures for moving out? There’s half a tomato left in the fridge, you can eat that.” And I walked past him. “Is she beautiful?” he asks, how the hell did he know what I was doing? “No, but the world is ugly” “Thanks” he said and I left.
Back on the streets crowds poured in and out of metro-stations, I walked the known path back to her apartment. She stood in the kitchen, making coffee, wearing nothing but a veil.
“I was sad and I have learned enough from it. The book I started writing after you left will be published in June.” I put the mattress in the middle of the kitchen, sat cross-legged and admired her.
NATURE / EPIPHANIES
Literally every time I spent a couple of days in nature I have an epiphany about how happy I could be living in the country side. Usually I get back to the city and its speed before my insane fantasies of idyll could trick me into trying and seeing how horrible it would be in reality.
THE PROMISE OF THE FUTURE
I just found myself looking forward to the day when I take a tour through the NSA facilities, guided by a survivor witness.
WHAT I ACTUALLY WANTED
“And then, when I get home and can just undress and lay on my bed, still completely high, and maybe masturbate – you know, that's like actually the best part of the party. Like, not always, but quite often I find myself lying there saying to myself “Yeah, this is what I actually wanted”, you know?” “So yeah, great, you have found a way to present solitariness as a pleasure, that's quite advanced when everybody is optimizing themselves in fearing to miss out. But then, why did you even come here?”
Why was I talking to this guy again? He seemed to also have forgotten his reasons to talk to me, so he just bend over and snorted whatever he had been arranging during our four-hour long conversation while I took my coat to leave. I wanted to say something like “Because I need to feel shitty at the party. Because I have talked to people like you.” but even he would figure that it was a lie. After all, yes, I felt great at home because I had felt like shit at the party before. But not because it was a bad party – my carefully created artistic network of friends wouldn't –; but I never managed to cover the bitterness of my social anxiety, the over-thought conversations with unconscious guys I kept crushing on and general disappointment of never getting “the feeling” at its maximum. To cover the bitterness of that cocktail with drugs.
It was raining outside as I walked home. My shoes soaked through. I was slowly calming down. What a nice night.
DRUGS
All the people I admire do more drugs than me. I sometimes feel ashamed for consuming less elicit substances than socially acceptable, like, how am I ever supposed to make a career with these habits?
LOOKING ABSENT / HAPPY SMILEY
A girl looking absent within a group of friends in a club. I'd like to hit on her, but she gets out her phone and sends someone a happy smiley.
EGOCENTRICITY
This article is called “10 signs you ...” but I only talk about myself.
HOPE
I know I should be optimistic about the future, as my ancestors and maybe my parents were. When I walk out of the door, I should be amazed by the technology, astonished by the wealth, breath taken of the beauty of everything.
But I always end up reading about illegal mines and child labor on my phone, sometimes I check it for blood stains.
Maybe the world will be a better place once all crime is organized by robots, committed against robots, enslaved by robots; and we remain as the phony country that doesn't speak up in foreign politics because of economical interest.
A sudden gain of perspective.
Issued by: sitting on the side walk, starring into the wet streets, the yellow light reflected on the darkness of the night, on your birthday. 00:49AM all alone, between one group of friends and the other, ultimately alone, as always.
IMMUNE SYSTEM
As a kid, I used to lick the handrails leaving the subway stations because I assumed it strengthened my immune system.
As a teenager, I had only shitty boyfriends, because I heard I'd eventually build up character.
As an adult – so far – I've been living in awful places, pursuing degrading jobs, because I hoped it would train my aesthetic and prepare me for pleasure, even happiness maybe.
At least, I tell you so now, to excuse the lousy choices I've made all my life; including you. And to explain why I am such an asshole now,
I guess I just over-adapted to this world.
AND ADMIRE HER
There is a groundbreaking sadness in you.
It slowly walks out of the back door of your thoughts and assaults your projections of happiness, that threatens me every day we wake up. I just can’t look into the assumed perfectness of your life without crying, I am attracted to you because I admire it - but I can’t actually deal with it, or with you.
But when you saw him die and the sadness broke out of you, I finally became a person in our relationship. No, actually, that was the relationship’s beginning. Everything before that was me drooling over what you tossed at me, because it was your left overs.
Your emotional leftovers mainly.
I can’t deal with your sadness. It breaks me.
I wonder through the yellow-lit, black-shadow, gray-water streets to the place I used to live. I still pay rent for it, but I never make it there, everyday I want to wake up there, but in the evenings my miserableness pushes me towards you, trying to feel something in the fire I make of your emotional leftovers.
Now that you are depressed, I can’t burn anything. I step into a pond, a mixture of piss, rain and drugs, right in front of my door. I’d been gone for so long, I had forgotten about how terrible the area was, the house, the people in there, my minimalist room, that was supposed to air confidence and conscious living, but the mattress on the broken tiles in front of the dirty wall with nothing on it but dirt and dead spiders just emphasized my mediocre self-pity. There wasn’t anything heroic about being unable to fashion a room.
I turn the key, which to my surprise I found in my pocket and happens to still work and stand in the hallway, a guy I’d been living with for 8 months comes out of the shower and talks to me for the first time: “Man, could you move out, like no bad vibes, but some friends are coming into town and the don’t have a place and we want to record together, so you know.” “Yeah, I’m not much of a musician.” I reply and walk by him. He probably starred after me, but I manage to reach my room without talking to anybody else.
Light floods in through the door. I hadn’t noticed the sun rise. When had it come back to life?
I hadn’t noticed, that the sun ever shines into my window, apparently I had never been at home, awake and conscious just after sunrise. Six years of lamenting about living in a dark alley and the sun just pours into my room on a January morning.
A strong urge to call her passes me. “I just wanted to let you know that we won’t see again. I found my old life and it’s okay. It’s actually shit but still better than with you. I hope we can stay friends.”
I put my 3 shirts, the spare trouser and the little underwear into the half-molded suitcase which I brought with me when first entering the city; put the mattress over my head and walked out.
The guy was still standing in the same spot with the towel around his waist. “Can you fake my signatures for moving out? There’s half a tomato left in the fridge, you can eat that.” And I walked past him. “Is she beautiful?” he asks, how the hell did he know what I was doing? “No, but the world is ugly” “Thanks” he said and I left.
Back on the streets crowds poured in and out of metro-stations, I walked the known path back to her apartment. She stood in the kitchen, making coffee, wearing nothing but a veil.
“I was sad and I have learned enough from it. The book I started writing after you left will be published in June.” I put the mattress in the middle of the kitchen, sat cross-legged and admired her.
NATURE / EPIPHANIES
Literally every time I spent a couple of days in nature I have an epiphany about how happy I could be living in the country side. Usually I get back to the city and its speed before my insane fantasies of idyll could trick me into trying and seeing how horrible it would be in reality.
THE PROMISE OF THE FUTURE
I just found myself looking forward to the day when I take a tour through the NSA facilities, guided by a survivor witness.
WHAT I ACTUALLY WANTED
“And then, when I get home and can just undress and lay on my bed, still completely high, and maybe masturbate – you know, that's like actually the best part of the party. Like, not always, but quite often I find myself lying there saying to myself “Yeah, this is what I actually wanted”, you know?” “So yeah, great, you have found a way to present solitariness as a pleasure, that's quite advanced when everybody is optimizing themselves in fearing to miss out. But then, why did you even come here?”
Why was I talking to this guy again? He seemed to also have forgotten his reasons to talk to me, so he just bend over and snorted whatever he had been arranging during our four-hour long conversation while I took my coat to leave. I wanted to say something like “Because I need to feel shitty at the party. Because I have talked to people like you.” but even he would figure that it was a lie. After all, yes, I felt great at home because I had felt like shit at the party before. But not because it was a bad party – my carefully created artistic network of friends wouldn't –; but I never managed to cover the bitterness of my social anxiety, the over-thought conversations with unconscious guys I kept crushing on and general disappointment of never getting “the feeling” at its maximum. To cover the bitterness of that cocktail with drugs.
It was raining outside as I walked home. My shoes soaked through. I was slowly calming down. What a nice night.
DRUGS
All the people I admire do more drugs than me. I sometimes feel ashamed for consuming less elicit substances than socially acceptable, like, how am I ever supposed to make a career with these habits?
LOOKING ABSENT / HAPPY SMILEY
A girl looking absent within a group of friends in a club. I'd like to hit on her, but she gets out her phone and sends someone a happy smiley.
EGOCENTRICITY
This article is called “10 signs you ...” but I only talk about myself.
HOPE
I know I should be optimistic about the future, as my ancestors and maybe my parents were. When I walk out of the door, I should be amazed by the technology, astonished by the wealth, breath taken of the beauty of everything.
But I always end up reading about illegal mines and child labor on my phone, sometimes I check it for blood stains.
Maybe the world will be a better place once all crime is organized by robots, committed against robots, enslaved by robots; and we remain as the phony country that doesn't speak up in foreign politics because of economical interest.
Three impressions of Ponte 25 de Abril
2015
Digital photography (no post-production)
2015
Digital photography (no post-production)
Ponte 25 de Abril
Ponte 25 de Abril
Ponte 25 de Abril
Reflektion / Reflexion: Iteration 1 [Northern Quito / West Berlin]
2015
Audio: Julius Windisch
Original description (German):
2015
Audio: Julius Windisch
Original description (German):
Reflektion / Reflexion ist ein mehrteiliger, audio-visueller Dialog zwischen Julius Windisch und Clemens Schöll. Hierbei wird abwechselnd Ton und Bild beibehalten, während das Gegenstück passend aber sich entwickelnd ersetzt wird.
Dies ist die erste Iteration, der Ton wird also in der zweiten derselbe sein mit anderem Bild.
Dies ist die erste Iteration, der Ton wird also in der zweiten derselbe sein mit anderem Bild.
Skizzen ohne Hand
Landespreis für Literatur und Sprache Baden-Württemberg 2012Der Text spielt in einer fiktionalen Welt in der es keine Behinderungen, insbesondere im Bezug auf nicht- oder andersartig-ausgebildete Extermitäten gibt.
Er nimmt in keiner Weise Bezug auf Behinderungen in unserer Welt.
S k i z z e n o h n e H a n d
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–- Alle Philosophie ist Sprachkritik1
1 Ludwig Wittgenstein: Tractatus logico-philosophicus, 1918 [4.0031]
Am Nachmittag ging ich in das Café, Tee zu trinken. Ich betrachtete die Anderen, die ihre Hände an den Tassen
wärmten, alle in gefrorenen Mänteln, solange, bis ihre Hände wieder warm, der Kaffee aber kalt war. Ihre Hände waren
blau, weiß, manche auch rot; zusammen hätten sie Franzosen sein können. Ich war froh keine Hände zu haben, solange
bis der Tee kam. Man weigerte sich mir einen Strohhalm für den Tee zu geben, vollkommen zu Recht, ein angesehenes,
traditionelles Café darf mir nicht den Tee mit Strohhalm (jedoch mit Stroh Rum2
2 Stroh Rum – Eigenmarke der gleichnahmigen Firma aus Klagenfurt, Österreich. Wird synonym zur allgemeinen
Bezeichnung "Inländer-Rum" verwendet.
) servieren; doch ihn mir
zu verweigern rief einen alten Bürgerrechtler auf den Plan, der seinen Status als Wut- und Mutbürger nun in sozialen
Situationen einsetzen muss, enttäuscht von der Politik. - - -
Und nun, wie ich das Café verlasse, sehe ich zwei ergreifende, die Tasse umgreifende, zarte Hände, samtweich aus
Elfenbein, ich bin ergriffen, möchte sie ergreifen und sie gleich dazu. Etwas verloren stehe ich im Eingang und
starre auf ihre Hände. Unvermittelt lassen die Hände von der Tasse ab, streichen durch ihr Haar und erheben sie vom
Tisch, ziehen mich zu ihr und eine von ihnen legt sich gar auf meine Wange! Doch – Nein, nicht dieses Mal; nur
einmal verschone mich, Erbarmen! – greift die zweite Hand nach der meinen, greift ins Nichts und ist verloren, wie
ich, der nicht den Blick von den Händen lassen kann, bin hoffnungslos verloren und hoffnungslos natürlich auch.
- - -
Der Höfliche sieht mich. Wie misslich, gerade der Höfliche, dem ich stets die Höflichkeit erwidern wollte, da er
eben höflich war(ist); sonst wäre es ja nicht so. Nun, der Höfliche erblickt mich und natürlich ist er erfreut,
schwenkt in Eleganz zu mir - Was tun? Hände hoch, ergeben. Ergebnislos, Hände nicht oben, nicht unten. Soll ich ihm
nun keine Hand geben, ihm keine Hand schütteln? Soll ich ihm mit dem Ärmel winken, meine Hand nicht in die Kälte zu
wagen ist wohl unhöflich. Ich glaube, sie würde nicht frieren trotz des Windes.
Ich gebe mich frierend, entschuldige meine Hände in der Tasche, die sie früher kratzte und erkläre ihm nichts Sinnvolles. Aber der Höfliche erübrigt das in Höflichkeit, wie höflich von ihm. Er hat elegante Hände, wie es die Höflichen pflegen sie zu pflegen. Ein Ring, keine Ehe3
Ich gebe mich frierend, entschuldige meine Hände in der Tasche, die sie früher kratzte und erkläre ihm nichts Sinnvolles. Aber der Höfliche erübrigt das in Höflichkeit, wie höflich von ihm. Er hat elegante Hände, wie es die Höflichen pflegen sie zu pflegen. Ein Ring, keine Ehe3
3 Friedrich Schiller: "Der Ring macht Ehen - und Ringe sind's die eine Kette machen." - in Maria
Stuart, II,2 / Elisabeth
, aber edel. Ich frage mich, ob mein Ring noch an der Hand wäre. Denn auch ich trug einst einen Ring, am Ringfinger meiner Hand. Denn auch ich trug einst eine Hand, die mich
unerwartet und unerklärlich verließ – noch heute schmerzt es in mir, und in meinen abhanden gekommenen Händen, wenn
ich sie auf einem Photo an meinen Armen sehe.
- - -
Im Plattenladen, dessen Platten ich stets mit eleganten Fingern durchforstete, gleich all jenen, die neben mir
standen, schweigend, andächtig den Klängen lauschend, die uns nicht gefielen, aber die wir lieben mussten, da der
Inhaber sie liebte. Die Finger der anderen laufen auch jetzt leicht auf den Kanten der LP-Hüllen entlang, wie
Katzenpfoten auf Mauern, verwerfen leicht alles, was nicht gefällt und das ist eigentlich Alles; nur, selten, lachen
die Hände, erheben die gefundene Trophäe, ein scheinbar vergriffenes Exemplar, streicheln liebevoll die Hülle.
- - -
Am Brunnen vor dem Tore,
Da steht ein Lindenbaum: 4
Da steht ein Lindenbaum: 4
4 Der Text war abgeschlossen bevor die Gedichtauszüge eingefügt wurden.
Wilhelm Müller: Am Brunnen vor dem Tore, 1822
[Zeilen 1 – 2, 3 – 4, 7 – 8, 9 – 10] (Im Folgenden nicht einzeln gekennzeichnet)
Wilhelm Müller: Am Brunnen vor dem Tore, 1822
[Zeilen 1 – 2, 3 – 4, 7 – 8, 9 – 10] (Im Folgenden nicht einzeln gekennzeichnet)
Ich winkte – fingiertes Winken – Ihnen5
5 "ihnen" - Persönliches Fürwort, Dativ, 3. Person Plural
"Ihnen" - Persönliches Fürwort, Dativ, 2. Person in Höflichkeitsform
Lebewohl zu. Schloss die Tür - oder der Wind des undichten
Hauses schloss sie - und das Portal ins Heim fällt zu; eine Bruchbude aus verkohltem Holz, doch in meiner Erinnerung
noch der Palast, den es mir als Kind darstellte. Es stand schwarz gegen den Nebel, unbeirrt vom Schneetreiben, stand
es schwarz. Das kaum vernehmbare Klicken eines modernen6"Ihnen" - Persönliches Fürwort, Dativ, 2. Person in Höflichkeitsform
6 Widerspruch zu "eine Bruchbude aus verkohltem Holz"
Schlosses, sicher und gut geölt. Ich bin
draußen, bin frei; mit den Füßen im Dreck und dem Kopf im eisigen Wind, die Augen gequält von den schemenhaften
Bäumen, wie die Hände Satans aus dem Boden, mich verlangend; die Letzten die der Nebel noch nicht fraß und die
Letzten die er vor mir fressen wird. „Wie die Hände des Todes..." denke ich und frage mich zugleich, warum immer nur
von seinen knochigen Händen die Rede ist.Ich träumt’ in seinem Schatten
So manchen süßen Traum.
So manchen süßen Traum.
Es sind viele Winter vergangen, seit ich hier träumen konnte. Seit ich im Schatten des linden Sommers von der
Zukunft träumte, von der Freiheit der Vögel. Ich strich über die Rinde und fühlte die Zeit. Ich hob meine Hand in
den Wind und spürte die Geschwindigkeit der Welt. Ich legte meine Hand auf ihre Haut und spürte das Gute im
Menschen. Winter sind vergangen, die Bäume kahlten, die meine Träume kahlten. Längst vergangen, schon vergessen,
sind die Tage des Traumes von Freiheit in einem - und vom - elterlichen Palast; längst erfroren sind die Pflanzen
die meiner Zeuge wurden, die Eltern die mich zeugten und Alles, was einst eine glorreiche Heimatstätte war.
Es schwand nicht nur die Welt an sich, sondern auch mein Bezug zu ihr: Ich konnte sie nicht mehr begreifen; fühlte
sie nicht mehr und wurde objektiv. Langsam wurde alles zu einer Erinnerung.
Ich mußt’ auch heute wandern
Vorbei in tiefer Nacht,
Vorbei in tiefer Nacht,
Ich bin frei, doch nur in den Nebel hinein, ich bin unfrei zurückzukehren, das Schloss ist zu; ich bin unfrei, ich
kann den Weg im Nebel nicht wählen; ich bin unfrei, der Wind sperrte mich aus, obwohl ich es wollte, doch ich kehre
nie mehr zurück. Geschlossen ist die Türe nicht, nur eingeschnappt, verärgert wird sie mich nie wieder einlassen
sondern jedes Gesindel - ich vermag sie nicht mehr zu öffnen, ich bin unfrei.
Denn niemand in der Welt dachte daran, dass es jemanden gibt wie mich. Niemand konnte erahnen, dass es einst
jemanden gibt, dessen Bedürfnisse und Fähigkeiten niemand hat. Niemand denkt an Hände, niemand ist wie ich, niemand
denkt den ganzen Tag nur an Hände. Und wer würde sich die Mühe machen, ein Fahrrad ohne Lenker zu bauen, dass
niemand fahren kann?
Da hab ich noch im Dunkel
Die Augen zugemacht.
Die Augen zugemacht.
Im Dunkeln nehmen wir instinktiv die Hände um zu sehen. Im Nebel nahm ich instinktiv meine Hände um zu sehen, und
seht: Ich war blind. In einem Moment hatte ich erkannt, dass ich gefangen war; zwischen Schnappschlössern und der
Blindheit vor mir – jetzt renne ich, kopflos und händelos, blind und unkontrolliert, jetzt renne ich. Ich bin
vollkommen frei, vollkommen ungebunden – ich bin absolut unfrei denn ich bin der absolute Zufall.7
7 "Die einzige Möglichkeit, einen wirklich freien Willen zu manifestieren, wäre, etwas zu tun, wozu es keinerlei
Veranlassung gibt. Und da dies selbst die Veranlassung wäre, ist dies unmöglich." – Torsten
de Winkel, 1999
- - -
Nie war mir aufgefallen was eine Hand war. Ist Ihnen einmal aufgefallen was ein Oberschenkel ist? Eben. Ich neigte
im Rotwein zum durschnittsdeutschen tractatus alcoholico-philosophicus dazu, festzustellen,
dass meine Hand gleichsam die Gesellschaft darstelle. Ich fand im Daumen die
Oberschicht, im Zeigefinger die Intellektuellen, im Mittelfinger das Proletariat und im Ringfinger den unscheinbaren
und normalen Rest der Bevölkerung.
Der kleine Finger gefiel mir besonders, er erinnerte mich an den Künstler. Die eigentlich unbedeutende
Randgestalt, doch liebenswürdig. Hoffungslos irgendwie, deswegen die Hoffnung an sich.
Später fragte mich der Wirt, um etwas sagen zu müssen8
Später fragte mich der Wirt, um etwas sagen zu müssen8
8 Quentin Tarantino: "That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the
fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence."
- Mia Wallace in Pulp Fiction
, ob ich lieber einen Daumen oder einen Finger zurück hätte. Nach einem
Lachen in der Vorstellung eines überlangen, surrealen Arms, der von einem langen, spinnigen, spindeldürren
Zeigefinger9
9 Salvador Dalí: Elefant (1948)
Salvador Dalí: Traum, verursacht durch den Flug einer Biene um einen Granatapfel, eine Sekunde vor dem Aufwachen (1944)
gekrönt wird, der sich räkelt und durch die Luft stochert; macht Gesten aller Art. Aber als
mir einfiel, dass ich nicht einmal einen Finger hatte, dass die groteske Überlegung folglich einen Wunsch innehatte,
da fasste ich mir ein Herz, fasste mein Herz und ignorierte es: "Weder noch. Ich bin kein Bettler. Gib mir die
Hand oder verstoße mich, aber einen Finger will ich nicht. Lass mich meinen Wohlmittelstand leben, oder stürze mich
in eine Hungersnot, doch verschone mich vor dem Wohlfahrtsstaat10Salvador Dalí: Traum, verursacht durch den Flug einer Biene um einen Granatapfel, eine Sekunde vor dem Aufwachen (1944)
10 Guido Westerwelle: "Wer dem Volk anstrengungslosen Wohlstand verspricht, lädt zu spätrömischer Dekadenz ein."
- in "An die deutsche Mittelschicht denkt niemand." veröffentlicht in Die Welt am 2010-02-11,
http://www.welt.de/debatte/article6347490/An-die-deutsche-Mittelschicht-denkt-niemand.html (Zugriff 2012-01-18)
. Ich sei stolz auf meinen Mangel."
Doch der Wirt streckte mir die Hand entgegen die ich nicht schüttelte, er lachte mit verschmutzten Zähnen, die aber
sauberer waren als der Ort und ich ging. Stolz hatte ich bewiesen. Aber mit der Geste einer Hand vermag man
Weltgeschichte zu schreiben. An all dies dachte ich, bis ich auf dem Heimweg auf der Brücke über einen stehenden Mühlbach mir bewusst wurde,
dass all meine Überlegungen sophistische Spielerein waren. Ich verwarf diese Erkenntnis, verwarf sie, um so zu sein
wie die Philosophen, deren Bücher man las. Viele schöne Gedanken, die sich alle ergänzen; Aber irgendwo in ihrer
Mitte so viele Löcher haben11
11 Jean-Paul Sartre: An Simone Jolivet (1926), in: Briefe an Simone de Beauvoir (1) - Hrsg.: Simone de Beauvoir
- Rowohlt, 1984 [Seite 24, Zeile 8ff.]
, dass sie wie eine Seifenblase schweben. Ich mag Seifenblasen. - - -
Der Dom war das einzige Gebäude der Stadt, das trotz des eisigen Windes nicht fror und das der Nebel nicht
vergrämen konnte; denn er war der eisige Wind und der Gram selbst. Da ich nun meine Situation für auswegslos befand,
wandte ich mich zum ersten Mal seit Jahren dem Portal aus schwarzem Holz mit schwarzem Eisen zu, dass mich derart
einladend betrachtete, dass ich beschloss lieber den Turm zu besteigen, als mich in das Dunkel der Hölle
hineinzuwagen.
Der im Sommer durchaus beliebte Turm war so vereinsamt wie die Industrieschornsteine am Horizont, der Wind brachte
ihren weißen Ausstoß zu mir, die produktive Wärme in der Luft verflogen, kam ich in diesem Nebel zu meinesgleichen;
Auch ich von der Wärme der Gesellschaft verstoßen12
12 Arthur Schopenhauer: Parerga und Paralipomena, Kleine Philosophische Schriften - Parabel "Die
Stachelschweine", 1851
und nun nur ein vereistes, herumtreibendes
Abfallprodukt. Wir trafen uns, drei kalte Gestalten, verdreckt und alleine, in der Höhe des Himmels. Doch der
schwarze Buntsandstein war dem Menschen wertvoll, die weißen Abgase nützlich; nur ich, der zwischen dem Wertvollen
und dem Nützlichen, zwischen dem verschmutzten Reinen und dem reinen Verschmutzten, nicht mehr als warme
Dampfwölkchen erarbeitet, und auch dies nur unter Mühen. Ich war der Gesellschaft wie ein stillstehendes Mühlwerk, am Rotten; manch einer mag es anschauen um sich zu
wundern, doch niemand mag es erhalten. „Es ist Kultur!" ruft es von hinten und es abzureißen wäre zu teuer, mich von
der Brüstung zu schmeißen zu aufwändig; doch hinabzusteigen und zu leben zu aufwändig, ich stehe nicht zwischen zwei
gleichen Heuhaufen sondern Abgründen, beschließe mich auf eben des Messers Schneide niederzusetzen, sitze nun auf
dem Geländer des Domturms, im Himmel über dem Leben; es mutet eine verschneite Winterlandschaft an, ein Märchen,
wäre der Rauch doch Schnee und der Schornstein ein vereister Baum – doch er ist es nicht; und ich nicht in einem
Märchen. Ich lehne den Kopf zurück, an das Mauerwerk, bis ich anfriere; warte, betrachte, tief unten, die laufenden
Hände, sehe nur ihre Hände, die Handys, die Handtaschen, die Handschuhe, manche Hände haltend; die Menschen
verschwinden, nur noch Hände auf Füßen. Ich erhasche noch die Hände meines Fräuleins, die weißen Hände des Cafés
lugen aus einem Pelzmantel. Ich sinke tiefer in mich herein, ziehe mich zusammen, einer Schildkröte gleich, bleibt
nur der Rumpf; Füße, Beine, Arme, Kopf alles zum Herz, wo noch ein Funken glüht, eine letzte Erinnerung an die
Hände, dann schläft der Funke ein.
Es ist Nacht, der Himmel strahlt wie '86, die orange-warme Leuchtfeuerfarbe der Civilisation, schön wie eine
vergammelte Orange in einem Labor.13
13 Comte de Lautréamont - "schön wie das zufällige Zusammentreffen einer Nähmaschine und eines Regenschirms auf
einem Seziertisch" in Die Gesänge des Maldoror (6.Gesang); bekannt durch Man Rays The Enigma of
Isidore Ducasse
"Herr, gib mir Hände!" Ich stehe auf dem Geländer, dass
sich durchbiegt, ich fühle mich stark – Irrationalität ist die Hoffnung des Versagers. "Nimm deine Mütze ab,
wenn du in Gottes Haus kommst" Ich wunderte mich nicht mehr, woher die Stimme kam und mit einer eleganten Geste
hätte ich mich fast enthauptet. "Herr, heile meine Hände!" "Knie vor dem Altar, mein Sohn." Ich
falle in knackende Knie - Weiß der Herr nicht, dass der Altar unten steht? "Herr, ..." "Falte deine
Hände, des Beten Willens." "Ich kann nicht." "So lege deine Hände zusammen." "Ich kann
nicht." Und da sagen sie noch, man könne sich in allen Lebenslagen an ihn richten. "So kannst du nicht
beten." "Ich bete längst nicht mehr, ich brauche! Verlange! Fordere! Dürste! Ich fordere! Herr!"
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