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The Fonderland

He was extremely bored. Just bored of his life, bored of going repeatedly from somewhere to somewhere on people’s demand. Nothing was changing through time, his missions and destinations seemed like they are all the same. He used to call his life a triangle, he was going from A to B to C all the time. He was ready to find a different way for himself to follow but for him, the chance factor had not appeared yet.

One day he found himself alone in the empty room, just a chair and a table formed like a sperm. There were playing cards on the table, all mixed and upside down, as if they are calling him to chose one of them. The moment probably has come, ‘My life is going to change forever’ he thought. He didn’t know what kind of playing cards were them and what would he encounter when he flips the card. He put his hands on the table and took a strong breath. ‘This is going to be my destiny’ he murmured.

He closed his eyes, concentrated for the unknown. Then he decided to choose the card lying on the far right corner of the table. He had waited his entire life to have a chance to decide, maybe for this moment. He could not remember how he got in this room from where and when. There was something weird going on but he did not take this suspiciously. It seemed for him as everything is normal. He was so open to new things far far away from his triangle-like life. He took his last breath of excitement and flipped the card.

It was written F, just the letter F, no numbers no other thing. He  In a rush he started to flip the other cards, there were letters all the time, D, J, S and the rest of the alphabet. Then he recognized that 3 of the letters were missing: A, B and C.

What the FUCK?

There was a white rabbit waiting 7 step ahead of himself . ‘Have I become a bad replication of Fucking Alice?’ he asked.

‘Just shut up and Follow the Fucking white rabbit, and call me Mussolini’ the rabbit answered.

‘Oh then it’s the replication of Animal Farm!?’

‘No, you silly.’

Then they entered the Forest, his new world. ‘What is this place?’ he asked Mussolini.

‘It’s The Fonderland’

After a few seconds they came across a beautiful deer who has handcuffs on his legs. Hello F, my name is Hitler, if you help me i would like to introduce you to my friends. F said OK but Hitler was looking into his eyes as if he wants something. ‘You have to carry me all the way he said, I can not walk with the hand cuffs between my legs.’ After a big hesitation, he grabbed Hitler and surprisingly it was so easy. He was expecting Hitler would weigh dozens of kilos but he was too light, maybe 2-3 kilos. ‘How could you weigh this light?’ F asked to Hitler. ‘Nothing is like as it appears to you’ he replied back.

After 7 minutes they found a castle with so many beautiful Flowers around. ‘Could you please open the door.’ Hitler asked politely. Then they entered.

To be Continued.

 

Supervised by Onur Yazicigil

Yes it’s been a while that im not posting even one thing at all.

Just a little update about this time period that I was gone: I left where I live for Vienna, studied digital art and media for one term, lived there for 5-6 months, rented a flat, rented some new friends, rented some unknown people, and rented lots of cities. It was so complexed yet amazing, maybe I will talk about my experiences later.

I am looking at my last post which a identified myself as a flying rabbit, now its time to change my identical figure to an another animal ( OK, maybe the next time it can be something different than an animal ) . Here it comes, a staring fucking owl. As it can be understand from the silly metaphor, now im much more stable than being highly mobile, maybe even totally stable, no more farewells seem to happen in the close future so that I can be here – which is more than nothing – and will be posting some new stuff.

Anyway guys, hi again.

PS: I wish I had known the author of the photo, but I don’t, so thank you for the Unknown Photographer.

3rd month in Vienna. Projects are ready to go, dying of research stuff. Here comes one of them. 

And a little biography;
Michael Snow was born in 1929 in Toronto. A multidisciplinary artist, Snow is a painter, photographer, filmmaker and musician. He is considered among Canada’s most important artists living today. Snow produced his first film in 1956. His 1967 film Wavelength proved him to be among the key filmmakers of the North American avant-garde. In the late sixties, he collaborated with a Canadian engineer on developing a mechanical arm that enabled the camera to turn in every direction and at rotary speeds controlled by the artist. This mechanical arm was used in his film La Région centrale (1971). 

In the past decade, Snow has participated in every major exhibition exploring images in the modern world. These include Passages de l’image (organized by the Centre Pompidou),Projections, les transports de l’image (first presented at the Studio national des arts contemporains Le Fresnoy) andthe Biennale d’art contemporain de Lyon (which in 1995 celebrated the hundred years of cinema). The Art Gallery of Ontario and the Power Plant teamed up for a major retrospective, Michael Snow Project, incorporating all the media Snow has worked in. Recently, in Europe, his films and photographs were the object of the exhibitionPanoramique: œuvres photographiques et films=Photographic Works and Films: 1962-1999,and in 2001, the Arnolfini Gallery presented the exhibition Michael Snow: Almost Cover to Cover. Michael Snow is a member of the Order of Canada and a knight of the Order of Arts and Letters in France. In March 2000, he won the Governor General’s Award in visual and media arts for his film work.

For you again Rudy.

Welcome to the worlds of dreams
Where people have to satisfy the need to sell their means

Don’t look back in anger
You’re not the only one
To choke on all this madness
Cause all you get is none

All you get is none
All you get is none
Don’t look back in anger
You’re not the only one

Live for, die for
The substance of your life
You cannot chain your misery
Just seal it in your life
Moving in circles, the anger emanates
The madness all around you
The healing hands of Fate (?)

Soylent !
This is right.
This is the truth you prayed for
This is the fruit you die for
Can’t get away
Can’t get away
Can’t get away

“Rindfleisch, miss shirl”
“Haben Sie ein Solches stück schon mal gesehn?”
“Wie oft kann ich denn schon einmal meiner Kundschaft etwas anbieten, was derart Phantastisch ist?”
“Nun ist es also soweit”
“Richtig ist es nicht doch, notwendig”
“Für Gott”
“Für Gott”
“Für Gott”
“Für Gott”
“Für Gott”
“Geh mit Gott”

Run !
Soylent Green
Soylent – this is the way to resurrect
The hope, the fear
The bodies are littered

God and religion,
Religious in vain
Religious in vain
Religious in vain
God is Religion, religious imprisonment!

Ich kann ihnen nicht helfen, leider verzeihen sie mir
“Was hat er gebeichtet?”
“Gott möge uns schützen”

“Ich hab gesehn was sich dort abspielt”
“Die Ozeane sind leer, das Plankton geht zugrunde”
“Es dauert nicht lange und sie werden Menschen züchten zur ernährung, wie vieh”
“Die menschheit muss es wissen”

“Es ist Menschenfleisch”
“Soylent grün ist ein Produkt aus Menschenfleisch”

Run!

“Gott möge uns schützen”
“Soylent grün ist Menschenfleisch!

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