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Apr 212009


Another class on May 2nd: This introduction to Illustrator will give you an overview of the Illustrator features and show you how to skillfully use the vector generating tools.

If you’ve been daydreaming of using the lasercutter, this is a great class to give you a headstart into making your dreams of vector generated forms, shapes and designs come true! This class is the perfect addition to Bre’s Lazzzzor class later the same day.

Please, bring a laptop and your own copy of Adobe Illustrator. Sign up here.

 Posted by at 5:48 pm
Nov 212008

I know that this is late notice by now, but I’d like to invite you -as a follow up on my post about my confiscated breathing books – to our opening tomorrow:

Come to see the evidence and have a drink with us this Saturday, Nov 22nd in Williamsburg at Dam, Stuhltrager Gallery (38 Marcy/corner of Hope, www.damstuhltrager.com)

Breathing books by Edith Kollath and creepy creatures by Raphael Abrams.

Readings by Teju Cole, Carey Wallace, Wah-Ming Chang & Madhu Kaza at 9pm.

 Posted by at 5:58 pm

breathing again!

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Oct 042008

They have been encarcerated in the EVIDENCE ROOM for over three month now, they seemed to be lost forever but they survived all procedure: my breathing books. In June I had been detained by TSA, Police, FBI and CIA in Newark Airport on my way back to Germany for more than 4 hours.  The reason for the official’s irritation was that I tried to carry a fully assembled electronical mechanism hidden in books. Given that that is not the smartest idea ever, it escalated over the top. I had been questioned, examined and interrogated, they ran a test on me and offered their result afterwards: “we think by now you must be a good person, ’cause now we know how often you change your underwear.” Humiliating!

Lost my flight, lost my project, couldn’t take part in an exhibition in G.

After most official attempts (governor’s letters etc.) failed to get my stuff back over the past months, I tracked down the Officer that had been in charge that day. Suddenly, when I finally managed to get hold of him, it seemed so easy: I was allowed to go and pick up my properties.

It involved a handover situation of semi-professional drugdealer level: At Terminal A of Newark Liberty International Airport I had to get into Mr. Napolitana’s allover white car (laquered from the outside and powdered from the inside, since on his way to our meeting point his fire extinguisher went off in his trunk!) After we agreed on business – I had to give a few signatures- I was handed a big black garbage bag – equally dusted-  and he drove off into the bureaucratic void he came from.

Each of the books has now been refined with the Officer’s name and the very case number.

I am trying to make an exhibition happen soon -with all evidence material – and you are all invited, I keep you posted!

 Posted by at 10:01 pm