I recently went to an architectural workshop with Marcelo Spina and selected students from SCI-ARC university and TU Graz at Günter Domenigs Steinhaus. We did some projects on the topic “House as a manifesto”, which where presented at MAK Center in Vienna.
Project together with Martin Kern and Markus Stangl
This is a short animation I did just for fun.
And yes, it is inspired by a great feature film.
hidden homes helplessly
left love lonely
beneath blinding brightness
sudden soft skies
evolving endless enigmas
of occult otherness
gone ghastly gaze
following frozen fields
harshly hoping heights
in infinite incidents
cast cries calling
upon unreflected universes
imagine a late sunday night. you lying in bed – tired and exhausted, but you can’t sleep. somehow you feel lonely a bit. not enough to put you in a depressive state of mind, but rather a kind of depressive feeling that generates your creative senses.
now to my last night’s experience:
i imagined that someone i wished to be at my side lies down beside me. the imaginative person that could be you (who by now should already have read what i’ve written to/for you) kissed me on the cheek and a sudden urge to capture that moment’s atmosphere came floating toward me. it was as if i’d been kissed by my personal muse and the outcome was as follows, entitled ‘you and i – together’:
wrestling like a pack of young lions
we could lie down exhausted
with our backs being shone on by
the red sun of the night
watching the star-lid sky
we could fall asleep together and awake to bright daylight
amusing ourselves with self-portraits of past times
giggling side by side, seeing each other’s smiles
our feet touch and every movement stops
frozen in a suspicious position
eye to eye, toe to toe
your gaze – a second expanded infinitely
my heart – bumping monotonously
I hope this goes on forever
you and I – together
and what follows now is a short explanation of how i’ve put those lines together:
imagine me lying on my red bedspread (i.e. my back being confronted by a mass of red -> line 4!), covered in walt disney’s lion king beddings, which on one side display simba the lion king with his father and on the other side an array of blue stars on white background (lines 1 and 5, by means the superficial you and me would lie beneath the star-sprankled blanket!). not being able to fall asleep i somewhere feel that constant longing for someone beside me. then imagine me gazing at my own self-portrait on the other side of the room, 120cm by 120cm from years way back (see line 7!) and the slow formation of a poem in my mind.
so, in conclusion, you now know that i have a longing for someone. but it’s not just like that, this longing generated a wonderfully poetic description of a scene that most likely could happen in my own room. you therefore additionally now know that marlon is sleeping on a red bedspread at times, and these days covers himself with beddings of disney’s lion king. but still, that’s not everything. i also have a huge self-portrait tugged to one of my walls and i’m probably a hopeless romantic… however i certainly was doped, too.
i’d love to read similar entries of other people’s longings here. maybe this could help as a starter… flowery phrases (i.e. “floskeln” in german) of course need to be added in order to round one’s own lines off with the right portion of romanticism.
that’s it.
it always calms me down when i look at it..dunno why
wooden beauty
Die Arbeit entstand am letzten Wochenende im Rahmen eines Workshops für experimentelle Typografie.
