“Mother or Father and Child” by Nada Aiko, 2005, acrylic and white crayon on cardboard

“Of Desire” by Nada Aiko, 2011, acrylic and ball pen on canvas

Acrylic on chipboard, 2002

“Always ready for take-off” by Nada Aiko, 2010, Acrylic, miniature figures and paper on canvas

“Falling for you” by Nada Aiko, Acrylic on canvas, 40×60 cm, 2011

pen on paper

December 2011

pencil on paper, december 2011

Jakuzi\’s Attempt – Conquering Europe

a film i did for wire globe recordings and jakuzi’s attempt back a few years ago.
there’s a poem by me and good music and impression from 5 different countries around europe.
enjoy!

it was released on a dvd called “perspectives” (WGR06) together with 3 music videos and some photographs.

please check:

http://wiregloberecordings.com
http://www.jakuzisattempt.com
http://emma-reveni.tumblr.com

thx & a special dedication to csabi fanscali

(p.s.: i’ll embed the video asap)

European design competion entry, Saubermacher
C. Matthias Kügler, Matthias Jäger

Rendering

Lasercut, Paper

Inkjet print on 200g/sqm paper

Lasercut, black acrylic glass

simple hanger
welded steel tubes,
handmade

http://textify.it/

scribble 1

"the kiss" by nada aiko, 2010 / mixed media on canvas, 99x99 cm

"tippi" by nada aiko, 2011 / acrylic on canvas, 99x99 cm

cloudimal in metal landscape

Don’t you think so?

Below are a couple of stills from my new animation, I’ll hopefully have the allowance to screen it on Blattwerk, or at least part of it!

Our first product design is finished and is going into production now. The iTree is a high quality iPhone, iPod Docking station made out of tree trunk. The trunk is hollowed out with a special technique and specialized tools. The trunk is measured out to produce the best sound quality possible. All the products and the handcrafts are produced and done in the “Steirische Vulkanland”. We wanted to keep the iTree as regional as possible – we strongly belief that a good design is based on experience, is personal, has a “Heimat” and should be as less design as possible.

magic mirror

acrylic paint and white chalk on wall

2k10

A 19 sec. snippet from joseph a. sarnohola’s (4:2xX) latest flick was played into hands to provide unforeSeeable pleaSurrre – press restart. restart!

b & w acrylic paint on wood

49×58 cm

2k10

Believe it or not, the above is correct! I’ve made a new website for myself!

newton and richardson among others…

Cast: Daniela Boehm, Favela Gold
Camera/Light: Christoph Skofic
Sound/Score: Thomas Petritsch
Mask/Set Design: Denise Heschl
Regie/Script: Lukas Meisterhofer, Claus Prinz
Producer: Georg Reiter

Special THX to Ute, Laura & Julian Stampfer

I want to share a preview on my actual design studio aAD (advanced Architecture and Design) at Sint Lucas Hogeschool voor Wetenschap en Kunst. It is a project dealing with the connections between landscape and architecture. The task was to design a “health shelter” for the city of Ghent. My international designteam (April Lim Kim Choon; Malaysia, Robin Julien; Belgium; Román Sarrió Mercadé; Spain, Jana Závodná; Slovakia) reused an abandoned wastewater fascility as a perfect surrounding for such a program. More info soon …
Also I want you to know that my busy days in Belgium are over soon, looking forward to see you all again.

MJ

A short experiment with bodycam and datamoshing

time spares changes

it does it does it does it does it does

time’s flair’s changing

it must it must it must it must it must

time fares weighing

time fares weighing

time fares weighing

her down

…

some photos I took in autumn and spring.

The following lines that you’ll be witnessing bear a striking resemblance to a particular memory of a particular moment in a particular situation as seen through a veil of thoughts. Thoughts that might have crossed this one person’s mind, who sits now here to narrate to you of the sheer beauty in the setting of a lonesome and yet distinctly soulful space that nevertheless will undoubtedly remain unreal to you. Causing at most an irritable sensation as to know the place’s locality, Canopy’s altitude and Bleak’s possible proximity just as much as the pitch of those beings’ outcries which the one that now is about to talk to you had listened to:

“Today I met you. Wayfaring, when it began to trickle down out of little fountains invisibly hidden behind a mash of clouds like dust, and amidst that grayish mist you drizzled through the gloom of a sun borne by afternoon’s never but humble hum. Drip, drop! Drip, drop! I stopped and you drop-dripped from my bare hands as I held my palms upwards. Up there I thwarted any of your chances meeting together on the ground to gather, where you tried to thrust your selves hither and thither.

And then, as I enjoyed this so solemn a moment, now solely seated beneath some tree’s branch – Canopy’s unmistakably; a little blackbird joined me in the calm when it landed right beside me – claws clumsily grasping random strands of grass. Clasp! Clasp! Immediately I named it “Bleak” in my mind because its beak swallowed by its shiningly black feathers was synced in grimmest vista to the sun’s demise from this so darkened weather.

It deeply reminded me of the slow shudder and hisses of the leaves above – of Canopy – when Bleak shuddered and hissed, ‘Compassion!’ or ‘Come passion!’ Swaying lightly every now and then while you dripped on me, and Canopy’s and Bleak’s complexions. By then we all have been tickled by you. Trickle! Trickle! Endlessly, a stream of moments. And by endless I mean uncountable. A moment came. And moments went by faster than the former exited. And you unconscious ones streamed downcast to predestination in this slowed-down downpour of memories in motion. We – Canopy, Bleak, and I – caused a trickling down with altered directions. Alternately from where we have been sitting, us three, when you landed with hearts abandoned on my sleeves, slick Bleak’s feathering, and Canopy’s leaves until raindrops ended in dreams. Drops of rain end their lives constantly as it seems. A dream! Dream!”

some new “pimped” basic shirts I made lately.

A video installation for the “architektur pur party” in Graz at the Dom in Berg – in cooperation with OchoReSotto. We used 42 Koja tents as our projection landscape
more images

Flowers who once blossomed immaterialize like dust. Blown away by the winds. Gone with the air – parched. In no time. No time at all. All of them are everywhere. Inhaled once and for all. Day in and day out. By all of us who need to breathe. Daisies like Rosemaries. In and out of our nostrils. And lilies like sage. There is no such thing as empathy. It all comes down to nothing. And we’re a catastrophe. In the end we’ll die alone. But you know that just like mephedrones.

www.hoerfest.at

16:9   March 2010

This is a website I have made with Daniel Fairbairn and Steven Barritt, an excellent php-programmer.

The Artbook is the publisher of the so called ArtBook. Every year this book is being sent out to publishers over the world, representing some of the best in illustration. It’s a catalogue full of illustrators. If you’re a commissioner, you pick up the artbook to browse for an appropriate style.

We’re trying to create an equivalently useful, or even more useful website for the art book here:

I’d be pleased to have comments. Do you like it? Do you hate it? Have you got any ideas of how to improve it?

• Photo series
• October 2009
• 10 x 11 cm * 3
• Canon EOS 450D + 15-55mm

click below to enlarge

• MHRA I
• MHRA II
• MHRA III

This was “A normal day in my head”, check it out on vimeo

A Normal Day in my Head from Julian Krispel on Vimeo.

IN THE FUTURE EVERYONE WILL BE WORLD-FAMOUS FOR 15 MEGABYTES

A reinterpretation of the Andy Warhol quote, considering the current trends in the online media
Stamp on 1000 Disks

SOUNDSLIKE FESTIVAL 2010 – SPOT #1 from VitaminB BOOKING on Vimeo.

A Pecha Kucha Night dedicated to the errors and mistakes in
the creative Work.

11 speakers from 5 countries will share their
stories, each in 6 mins and 40 seconds – Pecha Kucha style.

27.03.2010
17:00 at Rondo 4th Floor – Marienplatz 1 / 8020 Graz

All the infos at
http://bsides.kmkg.org

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B'SIDES Poster

Some foto multiplications February 2010

To be Square
or not to be Square ?

I don`t care
this is not a Square

it only seems to be..

jannuary 2010

emptied spectra filmpack, white chalk, one polaroid

on the back of a canvas.

jan.2.ten

The Elevator Project took place in the Elevator going down to the Bolhao Metro Station in Porto, Portugal. Based on the geography of the city, the ride with the elevator is a quite long one and most of the time a really crowded one. The idea was to create a different atmosphere by putting colored foil over the existing lamps – to dip the cabin into another color. By the time you leave the cabin again and enter the white space of the underground-station your perception of colors has changed.

Ich: (auf die Pianistin deutend)
Eine Symphonie! Man stelle sich vor, ein lauter Beginn. Wie sie spielt, der erste Anschlag nach der vorangegangenen Stille, in der sie sich gesammelt hat, versucht hat, all den Schmerz und all das Glück dieser Welt in sich zu vereinen, zu halten bis sie birst und die ganze Welt auf einmal sein könnte um all das dann hinaus zu lassen im ersten Ton. kanalisiertes Glück. Musik explodiert nicht, sie ist für den bestimmt, der zuhört, wir wissen noch nicht was geschieht, kennen nicht jede Nuance ihres Stücks, können nicht explodieren.
Die erste Note ist ein Ventil, das manchmal sachte und manchmal laut geöffnet wird, aber niemals! entweicht all die Luft auf einen Schlag. Sie weiß jetzt schon dass sie weinen wird, arbeitet an ihrer und unserer Erlösung. Ich kann sie vor mir sehen, wie sie ihren ganzen Körper verspannt, sich krümmt und später dann sich öffnet, mit ihren Augen in eine unfassbare Weite blickt in der sie Welten sieht, die sie mir nie schildern konnte.
Oder sie schließt ihre Augen, reist in sich selbst. Nichts ist Leichtigkeit. Spielen ist Arbeit. Ich habe das Orchester immer als großen, atmenden Apparat erlebt, jeder für sich ein Rad in einem größeren Uhrwerk, das rasselt, rüttelt, schnarrt, schlägt, singt. Unstoppbare Maschine, die, so meine ich dann oft, ganz ohne jegliches Zutun laufen würde, als müsste man sie nur aufziehen, kurz vor der Vorstellung, danach: ein ewiger Gang.
Sie allein ist schon Erlebnis genug, denke ich mir, wenn ich sie beim Spielen erlebe, ein Atemapparat, eine Wüste der Verzweiflung, selten: Wasserfall des Glücks.

Willig lässt Ich sein Geplärre vom einsetzenden Orchester und dem Gelächter des Publikums übertönen. Das Maschinengewehr war eine Einbildung des Autors.

this is asta, the floor lamp; a result of the seminar “working with steel”.
actually i wanted to make a cantilever chair, but unfortunately the steel-pipes
couldn´t be bent the way i wanted them to be, so i decided to make something
new – without any curves.

material: steel pipes, 1/2 inch + 3/8 inch
technique: analogue and mag-welding

Nach über zwei Jahren Kampf mit dem Schnitt, der Postproduktion und der Musik ist Bruchstücke, der 2007 von der Blattwerk Filmfraktion gedrehte Kurzfilm, endlich fertig – und wird gerade von der Diagonale-Jury begutachtet. Um die Wartezeit auf die längst überfällige Premiere zu verkürzen ist nun der Trailer auf Youtube zu  sehen. Eine Kurze beschreibung des Projekts, falls noch unbekannt:

Bruchstücke ist eine freie filmische Interpretation der Kurzgeschichte “Scherenschnitte” (Rattengift, Kitab Verlag) von Schriftsteller Helwig Brunner.

Robert Holm wiegt sich noch in verworrenen Bildern der vorigen Nacht, als ihn ein Anruf ereilt und ihn des Mordes bezichtigt. Binnen Sekunden ist Robert auf einer Jagd nach sich selbst, ein Karusell an Erinnerungen beginnt sich zu drehen und eröffnet eine Reise in eine Vergangenheit die lieber unangetastet bleiben sollte.

Bruchstücke Trailer ansehen

Sometimes accidents leeds to beauty. A photographic “accitent” happend with my analog Kamera , inspite of, i created different versions of it. So – get lost together.

December 2009

 

October 2009

My first comic (so don`t be too critcal),  drawn  in order of a projekt in “Cova da Moura” an suburb area near lisbon, similar to a ghetto. The people who live there, most of them from Cape Verde and the rest of Africa, have  to deal with an area in a very bad condition. Cova da Moura also not enjoys the best reputation in Lisbon and in the media.
For my analyses the most significant thing is, that people spend most of the time on the streets, the most important public space in this case. And thats whats the comic is all about.
 

Drawn with pigmentliner –  November 2009