The Room we sat in before

Aus einer Berliner Privatsammlung:

Daniel Abbruzzese, The Room we sat in before, Öl auf Leinwand, 2006.

You, you hold out your hand

I draw mine away

I once was in touch

Now I've nothing to say

This time it's for real

We gave now we steal

No tears for I feel

It's much better this way

It's better this way

We can't carry on

As if nothing's happened

As if nothing's wrong

Truth stares in our face

It closes its book

It opens at trust

That's not where we belong

The room we sat in before

Now closes its door

Its trying to say
It can't take any more

The screams crack the walls

The pictures now fall

And who'll be the first to pick the of the floor?

Love, love on the rocks

Now crumbles like chalk

Your friends were once mine

Now they no longer talk

They all say 'hello'

But can't wait to go

We must try to run

We can no longer walk

It's better this way

We can't carry on

As if nothing's happened

As if nothing's wrong

Truth, truth stares in our face

It closes its book

It opens at trust

That's not where we belong."

The Associates, 1982.

20.XI.2008

Albrecht Dürer, Melancholia II.

Hyaena

Hyaena, Öl auf Leinwand, 2005.

Zum Entstehen des Bildes:

Siouxsie & the Banshees, Blow the house down, 1984.

oder von der weißen Melancholie. Damals wie heute.

Ashes to Ashes

"I never done good things,
I never done bad things,
I never did anything out of the blue".

David Bowie, Ashes to Ashes, 1980.

Teenage Thunder

Daniel Abbruzzese, Teenage Thunder, Öl auf Leinwand, 2008.

"We´ve been heroes. Just for a decade.

Instead...

Invisibility beckoned."

Mick Mercer, Zéro Le Crêche.

Georg Trakls Trompeten

"Georg Trakls Trompeten", Öl auf Leinwand, 2003.

Unter verschnitteten Weiden, wo braune Kinder spielen

Und Blätter treiben, tönen Trompeten. Ein Kirchhofsschauer.

Fahnen von Scharlach stürzen durch des Ahorns Trauer,

Reiter entlag an Roggenfeldern, leeren Mühlen.

Oder Hirten singen nachts und Hirsche treten

In den Kreis ihrer Feuer, des Hains uralte Trauer,

Tanzende heben sich von einer schwarzen Mauer;

Fahnen von Scharlach, Lachen, Wahnsinn, Trompeten.

(aus Georg Trakl, "Gedichte", Leipzig, 1913)

Der Wind hat mir ein Lied erzählt...

"Der Wind hat mir ein Lied erzählt"

Öl auf Leinwand, 2003.