confusion has its cause

schleinbach, 2021

1 v We keep looking for something. Or we go looking for the first time. Or we are always looking and cannot end it. For the meaning of life - or for something else. On a windy day that makes the temperature seem even lower, the search becomes more difficult and what we found out could be blown by the wind.

piran, 2021

1 v I fall into the ocean without stopping I sink into the unfathomable depth of your eternity for a moment I overcome the illusion and may taste the sweetness of peace At the same time - my heart is on fire kindled by the love of your sea that touches the bottom of my soul and lifts the veil of truth - for a quick glance ...

2019 - 2020

4 v Although I make every effort to deal with every place, every situation, every person, meaningfully, respectfully, sustainably and carefully, or precisely because of this, I make serious mistakes, especially in particularly protected environments.

hallstatt, 2020

1 v Probably almost a hundred times I was led through through museums and exhibitions by strangers, by people however who were not able to contact me, to become significant, meaningful for me . Honestly spoken, their language and their actions were of incalculable meaning. By the way I was almost never interested in the content. I don't know why I used the services of these so-called intermediaries. Presumably, to avoid embarrassing situations that would have arisen, if I would not have taken the offer of a tour or explanation.

langenzersdorf, 2020 - 2022

2 v Bon Voyage is a series of events. Musicians, poets and visual artists perform against the backdrop of slides projected into trees and bushes. Bon Voyage was invented in times of pandemic, when travel was almost impossible and so is done in a different way

karnabrunn, 2006

5 v

2005

7 v

piran, 2021

1 v Piran, Slovenia. Even after a dozen visits, I can't help but love this not entirely unique little town near the border with Italy and Croatia with its thousand details. Coming here gives me the confidence that a McDonald's branch in Mexico gave me in 1977. Everything always remains as I remembered it. I scrape my hands and feet on the sharp edges of the breakwater, I lie on pebbles and sunbathe until my head aches and the sun has done its work on my skin. In the evening I go to dine and notice that cevapcici are prepared completely unchanged since they were invented so that I am still plagued by stomach pains on the second day after. Giuseppe Tartini lifts his hat. Limestone everywhere. And it's loud. At dawn from the brooding seagulls, all day long from the tourists and mopeds in the narrow streets and in the evening from people who come to eat in flip-flops. I smoke too many cigarettes, drink too much wine, eat too much meat, fish and french fries. Too much of everything. And the wonderful, crystal clear sea and the sea air. I'll be back there asap.

wien, 2010

3 v

2018 - 2019 21 v

When a large number of refugees from predominantly Muslim countries came to Europe, especially Austria, in 2015, I began to think even more about what this could mean for our culture in the long term. The majority who came were young men, but also families however. Austrians with more than several generations of Austrian roots have had fewer and fewer children since the 1960s. Migrants, especially Muslim migrants, basically have more than one or even numerous children. The majority of them are from less educated classes and the social class is not the best. The image of women and the attitude to democracy and self-determination are not something that inspires me in my personal view of things. I am sceptical. All in all, I am not too worried, as everything in life always develops differently than expected. Mostly.