there are so many different sorts of kisses — shy, fleeting, gentle, tender, loving, passionate, ardent, agressive, wet, dry, long, short (…) it would feel presumptious to say one is better than the other. doesn’t it really just depend on the context and partner?
do you have an opinion on people having suicidal thoughts? you seem genuinely open for more critical discussion
this is a very sensitive issue .. i feel as if i can relate to people dealing with suicidal thoughts, which does not make it any less tragic or sad, but i have not only dealt with mental breakdowns myself, but also with the suicide or suicidal tendencies of others — may it be relatives or the relatives of people close-by.
gladly i can say that i have over time reached a very life-affirming point for several reasons, but the will to be stronger than the circumstances that lead me into depression certainly was the main one. it has been and probably still is a progress though and not to mention one that requires the passive or active support of others.
still, dealing with death, even suicide, i consider very humanly and i find there are only few people who never imagined a scenario in which they feel as if suicide is their only option or even struggled with being in such a position, and being a very empathetic person myself, i often understand what makes them feel that way, but for the most part, i see suicide as a permanent “solution” for a temporary problem. the tragic fact though is, that someone having concrete suicidal thoughts most likely is suffering from severe depression, and anyone, who has ever dealt with that mental state, can agree that it is, for a lack of better words, not easy to pull yourself out of it by yourself.
i could add so much more to that topic, but the mere thing wandering through my mind over and over again, is just that it is very, very sad, but just because i can relate does not mean i would ever feel as if it is okay to let anyone harm themself, but rather offer all the help i have got to ensure that person comes to realize again, how worthwhile it is to live.
if you fail as an artist, what are you other options?
i do believe there is no such thing as failing when you believe in and love what you are actually doing. even though i would very much welcome the idea of living of my creative work entirely, and it is the main aim i am striving for, it is not said that this is my only option, for i can see myself in other fields (which at the same time happen to be all art related in one way or the other), but i am not enclosing myself by saying, not living of the art i create is a failure. as long as i am able to indulge in creative processes, deal with the artistic attitudes of others, question and learn, i am more than fulfilled — i see it as a journey.
i think i would make a terrible actress. i never got involved in theater, not out of a lack of interest at all, but because i was more into dance, artistic and expressive in particular. i liked the idea of playing certain roles, emotions, tales by movement alone more, than playing a character on stage, especially talking in front of an audience back then was a horror to me and still is not something i would consider a strength. and regarding motion picture: i prefer being behind the camera, rather than in front.
what`s the last exhibition you`ve been to? maybe this is of interest to you if you`re in the area this summer: go to the guggenheim`s website and search for the upcoming francesca woodman exhibition(may-june)
the last two exhibitions i have visited are not particularly representative for my taste in art — i have been to victoria miro in london, but by the time being they just featured yayoi kusama, and an exhibition called the other side of the moon: female avant-garde artists in düsseldorf.
but last year i visited the biennale, which i thoroughly enjoyed, not only for the city itself, but also for artists such as christoph schlingensief, sigalit landau, dominik lang, andreas eriksson — and many more. and i also visited the guggenheim collection in venice, but i am afraid i will likely not make it to america this summer, as obvious as it is that i am a huge admirer of woodman’s work.
“Sehnsucht is one of those German words that it is almost impossible to translate adequately. Along with Weltschmerz (world weariness or taedium vitae), the stage director and author Georg Tabori called Sehnsucht one of those quasi-mystical terms in German for which there is no satisfactory corresponding term in another language. (…)
It is already a tough proposition for us German speakers to describe Sehnsucht. Tender longing goes hand in hand with the painful knowledge that the thing longed for will never quite be attained.
Indeed, you even get the feeling that the granting of an eagerly awaited wish could immediately bring about the destruction of the desired object.
The English writer Oscar Wilde described the dilemma aptly when he said: “In this world there are only two tragedies: one is not getting what you want, the other is getting it.”
The word Sehnsucht itself expresses this conflict.
Despite these rational objections, once people have been gripped by Sehnsucht (desire), they are unable to shake off their longing. It is this close relationship (encapsulated in one word) between ardent longing or yearning (das Sehnen) and addiction (die Sucht) that lurks behind each longing waiting to turn the feeling into a destructive, self-defeating force.
If it is true that the word Sehnsucht is untranslatable - and indeed most languages make do with the word Verlangen (désir, desire or longing) or Nostalgie (nostalgie, nostalgia) – this in no way means that the feeling of Sehnsucht is a state of mind peculiar to German speakers.
The feeling of Sehnsucht is universal. And it is in the non-verbal means of expression – in painting, music and the visual arts – that this universal nature can be seen to best advantage.”—christoph blocher, ninth international woodcarvers symposium, brienz, on the theme of Sehnsucht (desire), 10 July 2006
If you had the chance to meet the future-you, the one thirty years from here and now, would you do it? Which reasons would make you vote for or against such an encounter?
i can not deny i would be more than curious to lurk into my future life, see what person i am, where i am, possibly with who i am. but it would ruin the pleasure of uncertainty, perhaps even reveal something i could not bear seeing from my present point; so no, i would not and i am very glad there is no such option. one (myself) tends to dwell in the past way too much for there to be the possibility to also face up to the certainty of a future — it all keeps me from being in the present.