The Observer

This tiny stand up figure is only 4 inches high. Sheltered in a special dust protection transparent container. Sharpened is the picture's focus on a Black skirt around the legs:
The eyepiece from my NIZO 561 Makro Super8 film camera. In my childhood the industry offered me a true children game, but I had my own imaginations. They stuck on their idea what has to fit childrens use, or how children have to enjoy childhood. This was the first, early step to their educational programs. Making children stupid from begin on. I got to be in the cosmos club, but my own developments functioned better. Taking the headphone from the cosmos radio kit and used it as a microphone. I made air shows for my cousin, radio plays, pulling cables through our house, connecting with my parents radio what had audio inputs. She was my audience, sitting far away in the living room. This was my first studio. Tiny star was a children's page where things coming up like watching cars on the road and identifying the models. Counting, how many cars run by in one hour. That was work. The nuclear lobby told, how nice warm rivers become, and that it is possible to bath there in winter. I went with my film camera to restricted military areas and filmed the warnings that they might shoot at people entering that area. My dislike to them start very early. Most of my family from fathers side served in the army, and the army never got enough people to serve. Even poor me was drafted and examined, then these generals decided that I'm allowed to study. And this I did. From fashion to industrial design to musicology and art history. And languages around the earth, Greek, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Sanskrit after Italian, Spanish and French was too boring normal, I studied these in fast crash courses, all from Latin roots. My wonderful teachers, I never forget them. No reason to study in Oxford or Cambridge for reputation. Same people everywhere, hard to meet exceptions.
What is puzzling me, that in any time it is possible to install a crisis. Few industrial profiteers can organize the masses by the influences of their workers and with the help of payed propaganda, in 1770 when the gold mining in Brazil exhausted they suddenly faked a financial crisis for Portugal, in 2022, when a German weapon industry needs gas energy from Russia, they produced their energy crisis. There are more examples like that, the content is the same in art. If Damian Hirst can't sell his art because his prices went up too high, he faked a crisis and NFTs. My impression is these minds all standing still on their once fixed levels. Thomas Demand is not the only shiny example for this. So as I'm not the one and only artist who has been squeezed out by types practicing art like any other business. Sounds familiar like my observer stuck in the eyepiece of my film camera. I went into the footsteps from Caspar David Friedrich to Rügen to  search the chalk rocks, with my friends, Armin a driver and Jens as the actor. I fixed that image, where you see the back of a man watching over the rim of the cliff on the brink, a dangerous view. Later I found news, where parts of the cliff crumbled down. So again all happenings around this work where more interesting than it's results. Armin had problems with one who hit his car with a rover. I had to lend me a guitar to entertain guests in that hotel where we slept free. My materials from the performance CRY IN THE WOODS got erased by a friend who tried to repair my hard disk. Artwork, article description and photo made by ©W.O.T., 欧-gang, zipOz, GALLERY MA KING OFF.