has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.
I have created a collage every day, and continue to for over two and half years, specifically from the newspaper of that day. I have not missed a day since I began on March 31, 2005. I predominantly use The New York Times with traditional collage techniques (glue & exacto knife) and each work takes up one page in 9x12 Strathmore watercolor books. I am approaching my third year and will have over 1000 concurrent days of The Collage Journal. It is integrated into my life as a meditation and visual commentary. This is a solitary practice yet has a broad spectrum of relevance inherent in its process and well as its visual content
I have created a collage every day, and continue to for over two and half years, specifically from the newspaper of that day. I have not missed a day since I began on March 31, 2005. I predominantly use The New York Times with traditional collage techniques (glue & exacto knife) and each work takes up one page in 9x12 Strathmore watercolor books. I am approaching my third year and will have over 1000 concurrent days of The Collage Journal. It is integrated into my life as a meditation and visual commentary. This is a solitary practice yet has a broad spectrum of relevance inherent in its process and well as its visual content
die kunstkreditkarte - was schönes für unterwegs
collage:
postcard,
mail-order catalogue (1958),
magazin
size: 85 x 55 x 2 mm
JÄGER UND JÄGERIN
Sie
Wär' ich ein muntres Hirschlein schlank,
Wollt' ich im grünen Walde geh'n,
Spazieren geh'n bei Hörnerklang,
Nach meinem Liebsten mich umseh'n.
Er
Nach meiner Liebsten mich umseh'n,
Tu' ich wohl, zieh' ich früh von hier,
Doch Sie mag niemals zu mir geh'n
Im dunkelgrünen Waldrevier.
Sie
Im dunkelgrünen Waldrevier,
Da blitzt der Liebste rosenrot,
Gefällt so sehr dem armen Tier,
Das Hirschlein wünscht, es läge tot.
Er
Und wär' das schöne Hirschlein tot,
So möcht' ich jagen länger nicht;
Scheint über'n Wald der Morgenrot:
Hüt' schönes Hirschlein, hüte dich!
Sie
Hüt' schönes Hirschlein, hüte dich!
Spricht's Hirschlein selbst in seinem Sinn,
Wie soll ich, soll ich hüten mich,
Wenn ich so sehr verliebet bin?
Er
Weil ich so sehr verliebet bin,
Wollt' ich das Hirschlein, schön und wild,
Aufsuchen tief im Walde drin
Und streicheln, bis es stille hielt.
Sie
Ja, streicheln, bis es stille hielt,
Falsch locken so in Stall und Haus!
Zum Wald springt's Hirschlein frei und wild
Und lacht verliebte Narren aus.
Joseph von Eichendorff (1788-1857)
