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quiggles, no commisions =) i'm still not that desperate... maybe in a couple of years =/
bermuda: sure i am trying to say something about goethe, in a contemporary fashion. and i think it's also important to see this as an installation: it is in weimar, germany, where goethe spent almost 45 years of his life, and for the most part where he wrote faust and his philosophy on color theory. he has become a pop-status in weimar, and is now basically a tourist trap (much like strattford is for shakespeare, im sure). not only am i trying to scream out in a whisper that goethe's poetry was naive and 'eingebildet', but rather more trying to state that goethe's mystique or prescence in the city of weimar has become as banal and used-up as the trash that i throw away in my apartment.
please do not get me wrong, i very much like goethe. he created beautiful, dreamy poems and plays and some of the most profound literature, but he has his weak sides and realities that he chose to deny. if you are interested, look at some texts by einstein about goethe. he despised him =)
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