3/15/2015

PLAYABLE ART

I love building paintings in Lego. Many reasons. I study the paintings very carefully, learn about symbolism, the master's intention, the circumstances. Remittance work has less intention of the painter himself than earning money by drawing the wife of an important salesman, king or magistrate a little more beautiful than they really appeared to be.
The main reason is trying to catch the atmosphere and create this with just Lego bricks. Playing with real light and shadow is allowed, Photoshop is not just like modifying bricks or minifigs. And I'm very strict to myself. No Lego piece was harmed in any way. Even the minifig ropes can be ironed and will be perfectly smooth again. Some pieces are very old, some from today's sets, but everything on this picture has originally come from Lego.

Here you are "The Love Letter" by Johannes Vermeer - in bricks.



































This scene is also playable. At least even Vermeer painted an open end to his story. The love of a girl of virtue in her domestic surrounding full of symbols of love and sex got a letter from her lover. But... is it really a love letter? Or a break up letter? We will never come to know, but we can play the story on our own.

























































































And finally... compare it yourself.


Photograph of the painting by Rijksmuseum.

Bigger picture of the photographs on flickr.

2/16/2015

BERLIN

New year's Eve in Berlin was always kind of a dream for me.


Last year it came true. I never tried my Yashica T5, so that was the opportunity. With my best friend and my favorite film Kodak T-Max I strolled through a Berlin which is really made for black and white film.


Empty streets and crossings on New year's Day and always a café with coffee and German pie aright round the corner.





More photos? Have a look on my flickr.






































































And still enjoying.



1/24/2015

THE AUTHOR AND ME

When I read the beautiful stories of André Gide, I dream away. The language, the use of words, the pure intention of all his sentences. I just... love him.

The I read the new book of Michel Houellebecq. And whatever you might think about the plot, provocation or not, there is more: François, his protagonist, is reflecting about literature and the relation between author and reader. Only literature allows us to connect with the spirit of a dead on a direct, extensive and deep way as more as it would possible in a talk to even a friend, although the friendship is deep and steady. The author exposes himself to a plain sheet of paper that addresses to someone completely unknown.

That made me think about what happens to me while reading. I lean on the authors words and their  meaning. And according to François the other way around.

So yes, that's how I feel.

I couldn't trace the photographer. If so I would have asked for using this picture. 



1/15/2015

THE PLASTIC BAG

Hanging in the tree, swinging in the wind, filling with water. Being poetic. The orange between the colorless air and leafless trees. The only bright spot these days.


1/08/2015

WHICH WAY?

Follow the paved road, predictable occurrence or the new unknown roads with unexpected events and an unforseeable future?

Which way to go? Which road to take? Which way of life?