Back into Blogging?

Since I realized my last post has been in 2009, I decided to finally continue with this Blog. A lot of things happened as you can imagine in the last year. Lets say, I am quite glad 2010 is left behind and I am pretty sure that 2011 is going to be an awesome year.

Two weeks ago I graduated from university of Pforzheim and finally I can call myself an Industrial Designer. To celebrate this event I decided to redesign my homepage and Portfolio. In just a few hours you will be able to surf through the essence of my work during the past 12 months.

As some of you might know, all my data of the past 5 years had been gone and I am not able to recover them properly. Some of the Projects are going to become a remake and some new products will follow. Therefore I want to apologize for any inconvenience.

Well I hope everyone´s excited about the opening and I will take care of this blog more often!

Second Dream: Eternal Sunshine within a Blackhole

The bell is calling for the midnight hour. Empty space in front of me, floating and dreaming in an unreal world feeded by the forgetful. What is left when we lost it all? There is a personal apocalypse for everyone outside. All those dreams creating a masacre for your mind, torturing your heart and sould every single night.

Are we empty shells wandering around an empty space of our own little inane cage of redemption?

Within my dream I was riding the train. I stood within one rail car, filled with people. Lost in their own little thoughs. No Theres been a distractive noise, clear and deep. People were staring into nowhere, thinking about what they are going to do next, what someone thinks of someone else. The whole szenario didnt seemed to be very exciting, beside the way it got cold in there. Freezing, in a way of oddity. the noise got harsher, loud and uncomfortable. No one noticed, people just got this empty look in their eyes, no sparkling, just thoughs. Pure toughts and so many of those. You couldnt hear them, but you could feel, a pressure made of iciness. The pressure got stronger.

Suddenly the train just stopped. Everyone was staring at me. Cold blue eyes all over the place and the compression within that room got stronger. I couldnt breath, every breath did hurt. It was the same feeling we have, when our heart is broken. When every organ within your chest contracts into a insufferable pain. Now all those wooly thoughts where flashing my mind and heart, ripping it apart. thoughts of fear, incertitute and loss.

Then i caught myself screaming out loud, crying and whining: "The more I know of this world, as less I want to be part of it, live in it or could stand it!"

What do we really fear? Dont we fear ourselves the most of anything else? Do we fear our thoughts? Do we fear what we know of this world?

We are lost, lost within ourselves and our own thoughts and helpless to deal with them by our own. Instead of dealing with it we reflect them into others. Isnt falling in love just trying to find ourselves in somebody else? As soon as we realize we failed, our whole self conciousness is getting lost and we are floating in a blackhole again.

So our brain automaticly starts to react in selective amnesia, trying to forget the details of every moment that could hurt us. Betraying ourselves and memories. All those little gaps we got out of that are gonna be filled with ideals or blurry pictures of a vage self. The picture gets cloudy, the memory unclear. So we turn into emty shells filled with ideals, phobias and anything that results in adulthood.

Where are those little miracles, we used to notice when we were untouched with a spotless mind?

by

Ériu

year: 2050

condition: sedate

place: Tuatha

Ein Weg in Anmut

Fodla

Nur wenige Menschen achten auf kleine Details mehr als auf das Wesentliche. Vielleicht war ich deshalb immer wieder ein Sonderling unter meinen Geschwistern. Die Details der Augenblicke die ich als schön empfinde sind meine Stärken.

Die Welt in der wir leben besteht aus Hektik, Planung und besitzt eine Komplexität die schon längst den normalen menschlichen Verstand überstiegen hat. Eigenartiger Weise sind wir dennoch in der Lage in dieser selbstgeschusterten Mentalen Hölle zu überleben. Der Mensch ist ein Anpassungswesen, wir sind in der Lage uns an die widersten Umstände des Lebens zu gewöhnen, vor allem natürlich denen die wir uns selbst geschaffen haben. Überleben tun wir entweder mit Resignation oder Zerstreuung. Wir finden sie im Glauben, in der Liebe, bei Freunden oder den Vorzügen des sozialen Lebens. Andere finden es in sich selbst oder gar in den bereits erwähnten Details des Alltags.

Schon früh habe ich mir ein Archiv an Augenblicken angesammelt auf die ich jederzeit zurückgreifen kann, wenn ich aus dieser Welt abtauchen muss. Wie auf einer einsamen Insel vor sich zu treiben kann man so neue Energien schöpfen, um die Tage zu schönen Tagen zu machen. Das Leben zu leben ohne das Gefühl zu haben es zu verpassen. Jeden Moment der eine Schönheit mit sich bringt zu nutzen, zu inhalieren und Kraft zu schöpfen. Ja wir sind wahre Atomkraftwerke, wenn es darum geht mit unseren Energien haushalten zu können.

Und es ist auch wahr, dass jeder Moment des seins eine Schönheit mit sich bringt und wir überall und immer dazu in der Lage sind glücklich zu sein.

First Dream: Plain

Its another night, another sleepless night. Stars are sparkling, the wind is blowing and deep in my mind I keep the sound of the ocean. As far I can remember, the sound has always been burned deep in my soul, merged with every part of my mind.

I barely dream of it now, since they put me into this place.

Its weird, since I cant even remember how I got here, if this is a punishment or a shelter. Being left on your own, all alone with your thoughts and dreams. In this place, where everything is pure white. I am trapped in this machinery of white. Clean and Soft. There are no edges, no noise. Its a soft place I am living in, there is no distraction not even the slightest harsh object to find. Everyone who gets here, would wonder how peaceful and quiet this place is. Its the picture of heaven some people might have in their minds. Soft cotton, translucent walls floating through you. People here are just shadows to serve and no one you ever will recognize. I call them phantoms, even though they are human, at least they look human. They have the same careless look in their eyes. No sparkling, no reaction, no emotion. You might call this pure and balanced. They are completely in peace with everything. No one needs to talk. Words have no meaning.

Within all those thoughs I dont question the reason why. First I shouted at them, I cried a lot and then I just accepted to be in this place. Without knowing how I got here, who I was before, where did I lived, what did I do. Its all lost in pure white.

All thats left are those dreams, dreams of an outer world. Dreaming of pure Chaos and the deep blue of an endless Ocean.

by

Ériu

year: 2050

condition: concious

place: Tuatha

Ériu and Fódla

Its been a while, since my last post on this blog and even though, I rather would love to write more about my trip and keep you posted on certain projects. I thought about writing some lines, I would like to share somehow.
Its supposed to be a series of several short stories I am thinking about sometimes. They are basicly dreams and pictures, broken down to a story line, that might be entertaining for some of you.

The Main Characters so far are Ériu and Fódla - names are working names taken from the irish mythology. Parts of the Journeys are going to be written in english or in german and written as independent stories.


Wie bereits beschrieben beginne ich heute Nacht eine Reihe von Kurzgeschichten, welche in englisch oder in deutsch verfasst werden. Es handelt sich hierbei um Reinskripte, Geschichten aus Fragmenten und Gedanken, die so nicht ueberarbeitet worden sind. Deshalb bitte ich dabei um Nachsicht, wenn die Qualitaet der Arbeiten nicht immer einer Endfassung entsprechen

A Soundtrack of a Journey #1

10 months have passed and I finally got the chance to get my music sorted out. Most of my travels I had to take by myself and the only and best companion I had on those journeys was music. A Soundtrack I will remember for a lifetime. Basicly I post my favorite songs from January till now.

Ratatat - Wild Cat

End of Fashion - Down or Down

Handsome Furs - Im Confused

Missy Higgins - The River

Bag Raiders - Shooting Star

Miami Horror - Summerfest 86

Bag Raiders - Turbo Love

Pony Pony Run Run - Hey You!

The Hundred In The Hands - Dressed in Dresden

Seth Lakeman - The White Hare

Passion Pit - Sleepyhead

Phoenix - 1901

PNAU - Embrace

Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - Home

Cinematic Orchestra - Build a Home

One Eskimo - Kandi

The Black Keys - All Hands Against His own

Keith Urban - Thank You

One Eskimo - Hometime

Tonite Only - Where The Partys At

Mono in Vcf - Escape City Scrapers

The Presets - Cookie

Hot Rod Circuit - Stateside

Midnight Juggernauts - Shadows

Matt & Kim - Daylight

MGMT - Electric Feel (Justice Remix)

Ratatat - Germany to Germany

The Fashion - Like Knives

Bloc Party - Flux

The Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition

Alexisonfire - to a friend

The Kritzlers - Scarlet Sometimes

Sweatshop Union - The Answer

Sketchblog: Atomics

A few scribbles I made while being bored in class

Sketchblog: Hot Rods

Sketchblog: Creatures

Kurz und Knapp

Während sich in den letzten Wochen nur wenig getan hat seit ich zurück bin, habe ich endlich mal wieder die Zeit gefunden eine kleine Zusammenfassung zu schreiben, was ich nun die letzten 10 Monate so getrieben habe.

Es fing alles bereits in Wolfsburg an, wo ich mich entschieden hatte ein Auslandssemester in Amerika zu machen anstatt zurück an die HSG zu gehen. Durch zahlreiche Umstände lief mein Auslandssemester dann auf Detroit hinaus, worüber ich anfänglich schon sehr schmunzelte und meine Freunde und Bekannte mir eigentlich sehr davon abgeraten hatten.

Binnen 5 Wochen habe ich mich schnellstmöglich auf Detroit vorbereitet, Visum, Flug und alles in einem Schub. Anfang Januar ging es dann los zum Austauschsemester am College for Creative Studies in Detroit.

Bis Anfang Mai ging das Semester dort und verflog viel zu schnell, als ich dann weiter durch die USA gereist bin. Zwischenstopps New York, San Francisco und Los Angeles, wo ich bei meiner Mitbewohnerin Clair für 2 Wochen geblieben bin. Von L.A. gings dann weiter nach Melbourne, wo ich mich auf die Suche nach einem Praktikum in Australien gemacht habe.

Mit sehr viel Glück bekam ich dann Anfang Juli eine Anstellung bei konstrukt design, wo ich unglaublich viel gelernt habe und mit die beste Zeit meines Lebens in Sydney verbringen konnte.

Auf dem Rückweg bin ich dann noch für eine Woche durch Thailand gereist, dabei durch die Karen Dörfer im Thailändischen Dschungel gewandert und Bangkok erkundet.

Nach einer fast 10 monatigen Reise bin ich jetzt wieder zurück in Pforzheim wo ich zum Endspurt meines Bachelor Studiums mache.