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Ein neues Projekt ist in Arbeit, “Kunst und Politik” (AT) Hier ein paar Eindrücke vom ersten Motiv:

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  “Artists of the world, unite!”

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Landscapes along the railroad (work in progress) – Vol. I, Romania

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USA 2013

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A protest in itself

A protest in itself

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You can’t change it

You cant change it

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Portland, October 2013

Portland is a beautiful city, especially during the fall season. Looking down on the city from Mount Tabour reveals the view of a small rural town rather than a major urban area. The trees along the city’s clean streets make the concrete disappear from the distant viewers sight, leaving but a few tall buildings reaching out to the sky as a reminder of a big city. But all the colorful leaves cannot cover that the streets of Portland are packed with homeless people just like in many other major US cities too, entire families sleeping on the sidewalk.
During my time in Portland I could review the footage shot so far and even edit a short video from my time back in Seattle. I also met Nestor and Kirk, two ‘free spirits’ traveling the country. The three of us wanted to get down to California, so we decided to meet up and discuss traveling together. On our first meeting I waited two hours for Nestor to show up, Kirk didn’t make it that evening. Nestor has a Mexican background; his long, curly black hair give him a wild hippie look. Before being on the road he spent a year in Seattle with his girl, working as a graphic designer. Some time ago they split up, so now he is traveling the country by himself, hitchhiking from one place to another. We spent the evening together walking around the streets of Portland. “For every star you can’t see in the sky, you have a light in the skyline of the city.” Eventually we joined the birthdayparty of the Red & Back Cafe, a worker-owned cooperative restaurant, community space and anarchist hotspot in Southeast Portland. It was a great atmosphere with protest songs being sung and stories form the cafe’s past thirteen years being told. We decided to meet again the next day to discuss hitchhiking down the coast. I reached out to Kirk again so he could join us the next day. Kirk and I ended up waiting for Nestor this time, who eventually didn’t show up.
Kirk has blond curly hair and somewhat of a surfer’s look with his skateboard. He served five years in the army working as technician in the Marines Corps. At the beginning of 2012 he fulfilled his duty and after spending some time at home he went to Hawaii, away from the civilization. He lived in a tree-house and worked on a organic fruit and vegetable farm for one year. He had a lot of time for himself, figuring out who he is and what he wants. Some time ago he came back to the mainland and started traveling. “Quite a change” he told me. “To see the streets full of people rushing from one place to another. Nothing compared to Hawaii where everything is slow and laid back. It will take me some time to get my head around this society’s issues and problems.” He wants to travel all around the world helping others, teaching what he knows, spend his entire life traveling. We decided to hitchhike together the next day, but for that I needed a sleeping bag. It would take us some time to get to San Francisco traveling this way, about four days, estimated Nestor the day before, so I’d better get one for the cold nights outside. We split up, me looking for a bag, him gathering his stuff. Kirk wanted to call me later on so we can make a plan for the next day and start our journey. Instead I got a text a few hours later saying that he’s already on his way, on an offered ride to Eugene. Alright, luckily Nestor wrote me that the plan is still on from his side and we can meet in the morning to get going. Well, meeting is fine but where exactly? and when? I didn’t get an answer until too late the next day, so I traded my sleeping bag for a train ticked and I’m on my way to the Bay Area.

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