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Actually I wanted to go to New York, but my fate rendered
me shorter way - I landed in an American sector West-Berlin Kreuzberg.
Unfortunately already at that time, as well as as today, I travel without
ticket in the bus or tub. Hundred painted canvasses were with me. Something
like that you can't take with you on an unpaid trip! |
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Full moon Kreuzberg
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Berlin from
my window
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Let's move on then
and have a walk together.
From our house we take a left, along the Berlin Wall, which is no longer
there, some memories and traces still
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or as a text
on the wall:
the border runs not between folks, but between the upper and the lower |
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City landscape in May |
Two
Angels one church
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| chimney wonder |
time / space contrasts
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springtime Greetings
from the world of steel and stone |
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No snow in May.
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while we go to the graveyard, to say Farewell to Lee. |
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Life has just ended, some sand
is needed. |
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Michael's
playing sweet tune, |
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We go for a walk with Vero, my daughter. Mariannenplatz - party under every tree. Smell of fire and meat, children's voices, dogs bellying. |
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Oranienstrasse is filled with a crowd
till the horizon, until the morning;
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one can ventilate,
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this is St. Christopher's Day. | ||
| This girl is standing on the street corner, because she's
good-hearted. Some breads, cheese, salad, caviar on her plate. Perhaps there
is a hungry one somewhere in the night, whom she could feed? She's waiting in vane. Boy shouts in her face: - Get gone with your caviar when you've no Champagne! |
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| Veronique shoots my photo by
espresso in Cafe Jenseits - Beyond. Reflection in a window above me
is great! No image manipulation! That must have been a touch of grace. All seems to be done - Veronique walking swiftly to see her girlfriends. |
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Once a year I travel to Berlin City. Being practical
I want to shoot a photo of the Zeppelin
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Click to see my only advertisement ! |
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September. Sunny Sunday, the first leaves
on the grass. It smells hearty like autumn. Music flows from all directions.
Summer final festivity at place. Mariannenplatz in strong low flying Techno
rhythms. Here is a dance place today. |
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Just a glance from
a bridge over the River Spree,
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and back to Kreuzberg, on the path, which was once a minefield behind
the Wall. |
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| Steel Fruit ripening under tree. When I fly to heaven at a sunny day - I use to tie me this ball at the leg - to make my return to you possible once again. | ||||
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Two lovers take me in their embrace. |
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| Big lady
and a little man. She rests there surely knowing her hip is a horizon for a man. |
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And here under my window on the other side of the street - artists
are working creatively - scholarship holders from so many countries.
You see the heaps ? Seems it is a rubbish. These are Art
Materials! |
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Jonathan Borofski, Molecular
Man,
standing in the River Spree. |
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With the passage of time - barbed
wire |
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With the passage of time, every stair seems to hold its own secret,
and climbs to nowhere.
I have been there, I know. Nowhere happens to exists, where aims are
no more. |
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| Watchtower,
a dummy remnant of the Berlin Wall, seems funny with the passage of time. For many years, such a monster faced my windows, and as I remember, I shivered in disgust, constantly feeling the barrel of a gun was wandering across my back, while I was painting. The boys up in the tower were busy playing their dirty games. |
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Trees grow towards the sun, I know. But where does the chimney
grow to? |
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A
dramatic conjecture -
mister Nobody himself crucified that tree in a front of the church. |
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Window
in the corner.
There you could have live as a poet, who thinks in tune with leaves motion and dreams in their music... If only the world was a different one... |
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Mother
Nature
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Wis Fine Arts -
Paintings, Graphics, Drawings, Computer Art, Poetry, Photography -
Wieslaw Sadurski, polish artist based in Berlin
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