day 11

"The myth of the starving artist was a hoax. Once you realized that

 everything was a hoax you got wise and began to bleed and burn

 your fellow man. I'd build an empire upon the broken bodies and 

lives of helpless men, women, and children - I'd shove it to them 

all the way. I'd show them!"

Charles Bukowski, Factotum

day 10

"I got into bed, opened the bottle, worked the pillow into a hard 

knot behind my back, took a deep breath, and sat in the dark 

looking out of the window. It was the first time I had been alone 

for five days. I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it 

I was like another man without food or water. Each day without

 solitude weakened me. I took pride in my solitude; but I was 

dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight

 to me. I took a drink of wine. "

Charles Bukowski, Factotum

day 9

I tried to open a window in my living room.

I couldn't. 

Now I can see some place that I don't know. 

And although it looks like half a window (or maybe a 

quarter) it still is the closest I can get to open a hole 

into my wall.

Because behind my wall there are more walls, not 

windows.

day 8

the fountain and the frame

day 7

the lab, the hose, the heater, the projector 

and the room in the room

day 6

it snows in Vienna

day 5

this is

photo by: Isamu Hohenegger

day 4

it isn't

day 3

day 2

a highway under the table

day 1

I've got fireworks in my living room.

happy 23

day 0

395 slides bought in a flea market

1 a day for 395 days

projection works