Friday, August 30, 2002

one single shot, one single picture, a steady slow metamorphosis of one single image. And then there was this strange feeling of uselessness. Very bad sign. Very bad. Need to work harder now.
posted 6:11 AM

Wednesday, August 28, 2002

a journey filled with self reflection.
posted 6:19 AM

Tuesday, August 27, 2002

it was a little town, but the thinking was magnificent.
posted 6:00 AM

Monday, August 26, 2002

even though I had not been there for many, many years. I was welcome as a friend and a smile and a meal were waiting for me.
posted 6:13 AM

Saturday, August 24, 2002

not quite sure where you are now, but if i just close my eyes for long enough, you will return, and we will see each other again.
posted 6:56 AM

Friday, August 23, 2002

there was the apartment at first, and the office. and they had to have a view. they needed to be by the water. the city had to be right there.
then, later, there was a girl who was blind. she was incredibly beautiful, not aware of her beauty. And the setting was a country in which i neither understood the language, nor the many of the customs. Her family would take care of me. She would take long walks to find me in places that were difficult to reach and help me to vome home. And then, there was this incredibly pleasant, very subtle, very mild scent, which must have meant home. It was a wonderful mixture of synthetic and natural scents.
posted 8:46 AM

Wednesday, August 21, 2002

i returned to the old studio. velvety yet dark.
posted 6:24 AM

Tuesday, August 20, 2002

we talked about the things we never spoke about before. And it was good to talk about them.
posted 6:30 AM

Monday, August 19, 2002

high density dreams. yet they still escape quickly.
posted 6:06 AM

Sunday, August 18, 2002

traveling...
posted 6:07 AM

Saturday, August 17, 2002

spectacular little collections of stories told in Jade.
posted 6:23 AM

Friday, August 16, 2002

the morning is ready for a storm. i am not quite ready to wake up.
posted 6:20 AM

Tuesday, August 13, 2002

we were in a large building somewhere on a high floor. a wise man was with us. we were a large group of people and we were not supposed to be there. one of the men and I took the stairs. it took us hours to get to the basement of the building. there were large caves with new ctairs leading to something that they called the mysterious altar. they told me about the strange symbolism of the altar. i somehow knew that this symbolism was not the original intention. i somehow knew that the original symbols had been replaced hundreds of years ago. the beliefs of people have embraced what was there now and built a new logic around it all. so now they were worshipping stones that had been put there by grave robbers.
I offered to take some of the plants that were dying in the basement and to move them closer to the windows in the higher floors.
I woke up abd there was an object unter my skin on my right knee. There was no pain, but the skin was incredibly stretched. I was in Poland again. The object was the size of a tennis ball. I could move it under my skin, but it would not disappear.
My highschool friend, Stefani called. She was moving uptown again. She wanted me to help her move. She wanted me to drive to drive to Germany to get her parents’ car, so she can move. I offered to help her without getting the car from Germany. She had a small car here.
The wise man told me that the object under my skin was something the body does every day. “It is Tabacco related” he said. I explained to him that i do not smoke. “Cocaine”. I do not do any drugs. I whowed him another object I had (and have) inside my right wrist. We was not sure what it was. I decided to wake up.
posted 7:06 AM

Sunday, August 11, 2002

and then there are dreams that are somehow just feel very nice.
posted 7:06 AM

Friday, August 09, 2002

an onflow of images.
posted 3:58 AM

Thursday, August 08, 2002

it was back in Hanau, i think. and it was horrible. There were all these moments in which i made serious mistakes and hurt certain kind people. It was not a good one. It was nice to see them, but not so nice to hurt them all over again. It was not intentionally then... but this time it was from my perspective. Oh, not so good.
posted 6:29 AM

Wednesday, August 07, 2002

woke up maybe almost an hour ago. the light was so magical outside, reality seemed so much better than dreams. And here we go, another happy day?
posted 7:26 AM

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

some of the stranger dreams indeed.
posted 8:26 AM

Saturday, August 03, 2002

somehow strange...
posted 7:01 AM

Sunday, July 28, 2002

hotels and very strange places. oh, and teeth. : )
posted 1:57 PM

Saturday, July 27, 2002

on visiting old friends and taking the Subway to get there.
posted 6:37 AM

Friday, July 26, 2002

the last thing i remember now is a room filled with empty chairs.
but i know that the dream was much more complex, as they usually are, as they usually are.
posted 7:00 AM

Thursday, July 25, 2002

the house i wanted to buy was quite large. several floors were connected in very creative ways and each one of the floors had its own individual features and that were so wonderfully unique. The views were very diverse. I stayed in the house for several days, just to help the young mother and her three children prepare to leave it and move to to join their father who worked somewhere on a project in south asia. The family had been to so many places already. This made them develop very specific survival techniques. The mother was maybe 28 and she somehow managed to keep the world intact for the children even though their lives very much consisted of traveling after the father who would in turn follow these elaborate assignments that fuelled the financial well being of the family.
I at first tried to help the boy, who was maybe 9 to build some of the paper models I had brought with me in the first wave of items that would be come part of my house. He seemed to ignore my ideas, but then on the fourth day maybe his paper models began to be a combination of the ones i had brought, just much more sophisticated. THe girl was very much a suporter of her mother. She was that to the level where she would continue the stories the mother began to tell me and was not able to finish. The little baby, that I only got to hold very rarely looked like a baby but had eyes that somehow had the understanding of an old wise man. It was a bit as if an old person had moved on into a new body but not reset their life experiences. I began to understand why the house this family lived in was so elaborate. They were a family that maybe looked like a mother and three children, but they were far beyond that. I began to feel more lucky about the fact that I got to spend some days with them than i was about the purchase of the house.
“One of the great things of living far in the north was that we would prepare for a long time in which we would be separated from the outside world, then seal the house and survive on our Vorräte.”, said the mother. I was very tempted to leave the house here and follow them to asia. I somehow knew that there really was no father. it was just an excuse for them to live in various parts of the world...
posted 6:24 AM

Friday, July 19, 2002

did not sleep well at all.
posted 6:24 AM

Saturday, July 13, 2002

it was actually 8:30... but i am still half asleep...
posted 10:43 AM

Friday, July 12, 2002

strange dreams of a blind narcissistic Thomas Edison, among other odd adventures.
posted 6:34 AM

Tuesday, July 09, 2002

writing in my sleep...
posted 6:16 AM

Wednesday, July 03, 2002

forgot...
posted 9:00 AM

forgot...
posted 8:44 AM

Tuesday, July 02, 2002

growing interiors.
posted 6:28 AM

soft and good...
posted 2:29 AM

Monday, July 01, 2002

elaborate, beautiful worlds. growing buildings.
posted 6:20 AM

Sunday, June 30, 2002

a very complex, beautiful world.
posted 5:23 AM

Saturday, June 29, 2002

photographs, kindness.
posted 6:27 AM

Friday, June 28, 2002

an elaborate story.
posted 4:56 AM

Thursday, June 27, 2002

an academy, maybe?
posted 7:21 AM

Wednesday, June 26, 2002

friendly and kind.
posted 7:11 AM

Tuesday, June 25, 2002

sweet
posted 6:08 AM

sweet
posted 6:08 AM

Monday, June 24, 2002

this is the wine talkikng...
posted 3:23 AM

Sunday, June 23, 2002

good morning...
posted 5:53 AM

Saturday, June 22, 2002

something friendly
posted 7:54 AM

Friday, June 21, 2002

the left eye only so far...
posted 7:33 AM

Thursday, June 20, 2002

went back to thank teachers. had a mission but decided for a different, more positive outcome.
posted 6:24 AM

Wednesday, June 19, 2002

quiet
posted 5:48 AM

Tuesday, June 18, 2002

not a good dream. hoping for a good day today.
posted 5:58 AM

Monday, June 17, 2002

do not remember
posted 6:08 AM

Sunday, June 16, 2002

I just woke up about 30 Minutes ago. I had a very strange dream last night.

I had left the hotel to draw on a hill by the cloisters on the north tip of Manhattan. It seems that I was on the New Jersey side of the Hudson river and I was looking at the George Washington Bridge towards the cloisters though. It was a very muddy, misty evening. I knew Manhattan was there behind me and there across the river in front of me. It was all not very clear. I was high above the river. The Hudson river in encoled by high rocky shores in this area.
A large tanker came from the south, or my right and approached the bridge. It was a large ship and I could make out structures on the deck. It was like a building passing through. The tanker made the other boats on the river look very small. It took a while for the large ship to pass under the George Washington Bridge. A fire boat followed the Tanker as an escort. Both eventually disappeared in the mist to the north. All I saw now was the bridge, the river below, many little boats, the hill I was on, an over dramatized canyon around the Hudson river to the north.
Without warning and without any sound the boats in the canyon, one by one, began to catch fire. There was no explosion, no dramatic event. They were all catching fire like the wick of a candle when it is brought close to a burning match. It was a chain reaction, an invisible, ever growing, silent ball of heat. Everything was catching fire now. The colors around me changed, the sky to the north turned completely black. The blackness passed by me, I did not feel any pain, as I knew that I was dreaming, but the wave of destruction went on down the river, enclosing all of the invisible New York in flames and then immediately darkness.
I somehow also knew that all this was much more than just the fire. I knew that the tanker had just exploded and that the explosion was no accident and that the flames were far more than just heat.
I then remembered an Al Queda statement that I read about in the German Spiegel last week, claiming that the terrorist organization now takes out the right to kill 4 Million Americans, this time including children. I then realized, still sitting on the hill in my imaginary New Jersey, watching a wave of heat enclose all of the city, that four Million People is roughly half the population of New York. As all of this was unfolding in front of me, I was aware that I am dreaming. The logic of my dream continued that I have to wake up and warn everybody, to be careful with the Ships that go up the Hudson River. I do not think that any tanker-ships do, but it was just all like a warning, like a clear foresight to me, not an actual event. Very strange and very clear. I am writing this dream down just for myself... But maybe I will have to post it just for a few hours, or maybe find out if others had a similar dream.
This is obviously all based on a horrible paranoia, that there is going to be a next terrorist attack and that it will be aimed at New York again. My conscious seems to take things in a quite relaxed manner, but the seems to be a deep fear somewhere in me, probably as in most New Yorkers. Hmm...
I will definitely remove this post, once I can think a bit more clearly.
Have a peaceful Sunday everyone.
posted 9:14 AM

Saturday, June 15, 2002

complex and beautiful
posted 8:31 AM

Friday, June 14, 2002

and all was serious
posted 7:09 AM

Wednesday, June 12, 2002

sleepy
posted 6:48 AM

Tuesday, June 11, 2002

waking up really late. and several times a night. tired
posted 7:02 AM

Saturday, June 08, 2002

wonders and wonders
posted 5:13 AM

Friday, June 07, 2002

interesting conversations in interesting places. rain
posted 5:27 AM

Thursday, June 06, 2002

it made sense
posted 6:08 AM

Wednesday, June 05, 2002

the first dream of blogging.
posted 6:30 AM

Tuesday, June 04, 2002

some odd thoughts...
posted 5:33 AM

Monday, June 03, 2002

complex wonderful
posted 7:00 AM

Saturday, June 01, 2002

interfaces?
posted 6:21 AM

Friday, May 31, 2002

calm conversations...
posted 6:04 AM

Thursday, May 30, 2002

humid nights are not the best
posted 7:29 AM

Wednesday, May 29, 2002

how to dream about dreams?
posted 7:02 AM

Tuesday, May 28, 2002

I kept telling her how much I love her.
posted 8:14 AM

will need to sleep again to remember.
posted 4:59 AM

Monday, May 27, 2002

beautiful
posted 7:14 AM

Sunday, May 26, 2002

there must have been a buddhist holiday. There were fruits and indescribable birds. travels. and fascinating buildings.
posted 9:05 AM

Saturday, May 25, 2002

another night filled with good discussions about good things. going back to sleep...
posted 7:56 AM

Friday, May 24, 2002

we spoke about architecture this time. and then, with a smile, she asked me this almost crazy question. the conversation was quite excellent though.
posted 5:16 AM

Thursday, May 23, 2002

at least nothing bad, really, surprises, maybe, nothing bad.
posted 6:26 AM

Tuesday, May 21, 2002

why all these nightmares recently?
posted 6:26 AM

Monday, May 20, 2002

psycho nightmare. did not like this one.
posted 6:50 AM

Sunday, May 19, 2002

more imteraction, some relatively good.
posted 6:05 AM

Saturday, May 18, 2002

images of architecture in progress juxtaposed with sequences of villagers running for their lives. All in black and white.
posted 7:08 AM

Friday, May 17, 2002

more than i can say.
posted 6:48 AM

Thursday, May 16, 2002

more reflection about work and art. and art and wrk and artwork.
posted 6:13 AM

Wednesday, May 15, 2002

peaceful and friendly.
posted 6:36 AM

Tuesday, May 14, 2002

spectacular adventures. And I still do not know hw to pitch a baseball.
posted 6:12 AM

Monday, May 13, 2002

a zoo, filled with unpredictable animals. Their numbers growing, out of controll.
posted 4:51 AM

Sunday, May 12, 2002

interesting
posted 6:53 AM

Saturday, May 11, 2002

something, somehow.
posted 4:57 AM

Friday, May 10, 2002

i don’t know this time. hmm.
posted 3:49 AM

Thursday, May 09, 2002

a linear journey
posted 4:52 AM

Wednesday, May 08, 2002

cheerfully announcing the change of coordinates.
posted 5:06 AM

Tuesday, May 07, 2002

travels maybe?
posted 5:35 AM

Monday, May 06, 2002

it was quite good and funny too.
posted 6:57 AM

Sunday, May 05, 2002

the newspaper article made me laugh.
posted 6:53 AM

Saturday, May 04, 2002

not quite sure...
posted 8:23 AM

Friday, May 03, 2002

about to take the plane.
posted 5:31 AM

Thursday, May 02, 2002

crazy games with energy. hills and bridges and large images
posted 7:38 AM

after just a few hours.
posted 2:22 AM

Wednesday, May 01, 2002

and then...
posted 5:07 AM

Tuesday, April 30, 2002

where are they coming from?
posted 6:05 AM

Monday, April 29, 2002

not quite
posted 6:02 AM

just a few minutes
posted 3:17 AM

Sunday, April 28, 2002

complex and beautiful.
posted 7:15 AM

Saturday, April 27, 2002

and now back to sleep...
posted 5:43 AM

Friday, April 26, 2002

sweet, warm, good spirited
posted 5:37 AM

Thursday, April 25, 2002

using the rivers is a great way to get around the city and Gas stations can be creative pieces of architecture.
posted 5:42 AM

Wednesday, April 24, 2002

a golden light again this morning.
posted 6:43 AM

in the middle of the night.... (my arm just fell asleep... in my sleep)
posted 2:43 AM

Tuesday, April 23, 2002

hmm
posted 6:08 AM

Monday, April 22, 2002

breather
posted 4:19 AM

Sunday, April 21, 2002

sniff... hayfever
posted 4:04 AM

Saturday, April 20, 2002

just before sunrise
posted 5:49 AM

Thursday, April 18, 2002

complexity
posted 5:46 AM

Wednesday, April 17, 2002

wait a minute...
posted 6:09 AM

Tuesday, April 16, 2002

something beautiful again. certainly.
posted 6:22 AM

Monday, April 15, 2002

only for a brief moment
posted 4:59 AM

Sunday, April 14, 2002

meso as tv station, and taxi drivers and a broken powerbook. fixable.
posted 4:36 AM

Saturday, April 13, 2002

aus dem Traum vom Traum gerissen.
posted 5:31 AM

Friday, April 12, 2002

really good and happy and complex
posted 6:26 AM

Thursday, April 11, 2002

something quite beautiful
posted 4:24 AM

Wednesday, April 10, 2002

some quite elaborate story.
posted 6:40 AM

Tuesday, April 09, 2002

that was some good dream.
posted 7:22 AM

Monday, April 08, 2002

and then there was monday.
posted 4:41 AM

Saturday, April 06, 2002

something fell, waking me up.
posted 4:07 AM

Friday, April 05, 2002

complexity
posted 6:41 AM

Thursday, April 04, 2002

headache...
posted 6:12 AM

Wednesday, April 03, 2002

some funny Miami dreams
posted 6:44 AM

Tuesday, April 02, 2002

simone in a museum... talking for hours.
posted 5:30 AM

Monday, April 01, 2002

sleep
posted 4:58 AM

Sunday, March 31, 2002

no clarity...
posted 5:32 AM

Thursday, March 28, 2002

woke up at 5 and now again... really..
posted 10:53 AM

Wednesday, March 27, 2002

st-range
posted 5:45 AM

Tuesday, March 26, 2002

wha?
posted 7:49 AM

Monday, March 25, 2002

later than usual
posted 7:58 AM

Sunday, March 24, 2002

3rd attempt
posted 10:36 AM

and one more
posted 7:14 AM

part two of a very elaborate story.
posted 3:21 AM

Saturday, March 23, 2002

goodgood
posted 6:13 AM

Friday, March 22, 2002

sweet dreams
posted 6:01 AM

Thursday, March 21, 2002

back in town : ) and good dreams too.
posted 4:49 AM

back in town : ) and good dreams too.
posted 4:48 AM

Friday, March 15, 2002

beauty in the details
posted 6:27 AM

Thursday, March 14, 2002

Realdreams™
posted 6:52 AM

Wednesday, March 13, 2002

actual dreams
posted 7:22 AM

Monday, March 11, 2002

so tired, so tired
posted 7:41 AM

Sunday, March 10, 2002

a night long conversation about drawings
posted 6:40 AM

Saturday, March 09, 2002

somebody stole new jersey...
posted 8:18 AM

Thursday, March 07, 2002

before there was refrigeration?
posted 6:53 AM

Wednesday, March 06, 2002

saturday?
posted 7:18 AM

Tuesday, March 05, 2002

a beautiful place.
posted 4:58 AM

Monday, March 04, 2002

actually 7
posted 7:41 AM

Sunday, March 03, 2002

a glimpse of sleep...
posted 7:38 AM

Saturday, March 02, 2002

sitting at a new table
posted 6:37 AM

Friday, March 01, 2002

strange aftertaste
posted 6:24 AM

Thursday, February 28, 2002

relaxed
posted 6:57 AM

Wednesday, February 27, 2002

again?
posted 4:34 AM

Tuesday, February 26, 2002

karate Kollege
posted 4:29 AM

Monday, February 25, 2002

good and calm
posted 6:26 AM

Sunday, February 24, 2002

going back in.
posted 6:27 AM

Saturday, February 23, 2002

hmm
posted 6:17 AM

Friday, February 22, 2002

deep sleep
posted 7:53 AM

Thursday, February 21, 2002

spinning thus balanced.
posted 6:54 AM

Wednesday, February 20, 2002

froh.
posted 6:34 AM

Tuesday, February 19, 2002

many quwstions, some good.
posted 6:25 AM

Monday, February 18, 2002

quiet
posted 8:08 AM

Sunday, February 17, 2002

adventorious
posted 8:25 AM

Saturday, February 16, 2002

burned by accident
posted 4:05 AM

Friday, February 15, 2002

Study Suggests Less Sleep Is OK
posted 7:01 AM

dreams?, yes
posted 6:58 AM

Thursday, February 14, 2002

cubes. oh boy.
posted 7:15 AM

Wednesday, February 13, 2002

drawn2drawing
posted 3:09 AM

Tuesday, February 12, 2002

Paradas.
posted 6:40 AM

Monday, February 11, 2002

interesting conversations.
posted 6:13 AM

Sunday, February 10, 2002

a desaturated morning.
posted 6:50 AM

Saturday, February 09, 2002

stress.
posted 6:59 AM

Friday, February 08, 2002

tripods, hm i wonder why.
posted 6:51 AM

Thursday, February 07, 2002

something difficult.
posted 6:10 AM

Wednesday, February 06, 2002

zuckerwatte.
posted 6:56 AM

Tuesday, February 05, 2002

much better...
posted 7:51 AM

waking up, part one. (this is too early, going back to sleep).
posted 4:30 AM

Monday, February 04, 2002

almost
posted 6:40 AM

Sunday, February 03, 2002

foldable faux wooden boxes using environmentally save colors.
posted 5:43 AM

Saturday, February 02, 2002

there was plenty of common sense advice.
posted 6:04 AM

Friday, February 01, 2002

strange, and very verbal. for obvious reasons.
posted 6:37 AM

Thursday, January 31, 2002

there were some really good thoughts.
posted 5:20 AM

Wednesday, January 30, 2002

saving a fragile creation
posted 5:07 AM

Tuesday, January 29, 2002

leaving Germany all over again.
posted 5:58 AM

Monday, January 28, 2002

all good...
posted 6:29 AM

Sunday, January 27, 2002

just a tiny spark of a memory.
posted 7:05 AM

Saturday, January 26, 2002

extraordinary
posted 6:56 AM

Friday, January 25, 2002

...
posted 6:01 AM

Thursday, January 24, 2002

a quiet parallel reality
posted 6:20 AM

Wednesday, January 23, 2002

far too early.
posted 4:36 AM

Tuesday, January 22, 2002

on a train
posted 6:26 AM

Monday, January 21, 2002

6 hours of strange, storytelling dreams.
posted 7:56 AM

Sunday, January 20, 2002

strange...
posted 5:27 AM

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