Teufelsberg, Berlin

Abandoned Teufelsberg and us, before Stockholm and after Denmark. Now off to Barcelona and NY. Poor people travel too!

http://taumh.zaharamh.com/

About Recycling and freganism in Europe?

This is the reply I sent to Somebody who wrote asking about recycled art, dumpster diving, and professional trash picking for recyclable materials as creative ways of reinventing our trash in Europe.








Well, I could say I am one of those who could call herself a freegan, but I didn't really use that label. I guess what you meant is somebody who tries to live on freebies and leftovers as much as possible?

Here in my community in Berlin we pick leftover food from markets as well as we buy stuff. I make art with usually recycled materials but I don't necessarily try to point it out when I create something. It comes from my natural way of being, I've been called a scavenger and I admit scavenging after a flea market is very fun to do.



I know one place in Berlin where they receive and store all kinds of materials from companies or individuals that no longer need them and give them away for people who need them on donation basis. They also have a gallery where some artists show art made with reused materials, but they don't only focalize in recycled art but in just the storage of reusing materials. Also they give workshops for schools and groups of interested people. http://www.kunst-stoffe-berlin.de/



I'm from Barcelona, and there is an interesting association there called Drap-Art. (Drap in Catalan language means a kind of cloth used for cleaning and it used to be leftover fabric from something else). They have a store (as far as I know) and they have a special show in mid December every year where they feature art made with recycled materials (those are usually very smartly constructed things) and also a marketplace where individuals and handicraft people can sell their products made with recycled materials. For that you have to pay a lot and sometime it's doubtful the amount of material they actually really reuse, because it is hard to produce many things that look the same out of fabric or materials you randomly found. It is nice to see. http://www.drapart.org/?lang=gb

I'm pretty in the word recycle you could obviously include any kind of building built specially for one purpose, abandoned and then squatted or bought and used for something else. There is a cool arty place in Paris called Les Frigos that used to be a building sized meat storage or something similar and it was taken over by some artists to use the fridges as ateliers, and after some problems with the 'bad kind of squats' the french government bought the building and gave it to the artists :) http://les-frigos.com/



I'm sure I could think of more, I like your project, I could say my life itself is your project and I have been tracking these places and these atitudes for years now :) I just realized this so Im gonna reuse this for my blog!



I hope you find lots and let's be in touch!



Hugs
Tau



Photo 1 : Laura and me at Les frigos a Paris

Photo 2: Les Frigos a Paris

My Photographies in the Market

Printing and byuing material. I discovered that Paradise is only about 25 minutes away from my door. A huge Art Supplies Supermarket. And all because
I'll be selling pictures tomorrow at Mauerpark Market in Berlin :)

Barcelona is like that.

Barcelona is 1 hour drive from Girona's Ryanair Airport. It can be a very fun hour if you happen to cross ways with two businessmen in a cabriolé, that are willing to drive you and explain you all about paper fabrication and their beach resort town near Tarragona.




Once you get in the city you realise people here really can't stay at home. All kinds of humans walk in all directions in the street, though both green and red street lamps. Cars on the road, with loud music and loud motors (for those with small dicks).



Once YOU hit the road you realise YOU can't get back home. For a walk with G, for a meal with J, for a movie with E and for some Tapas with all. And it's all fair close, in a nice walking distance, through modernist buildings, many short short trousers and hot hot sunny weather. Bla Bla Rum Rum.



Eventhough Barcelona has 1,5 million inhabitants, I like the fact that whenever I walk around some certain areas I know I am going to meet somebody I know.

Naked against oil transports

I am going to Barcelona for almost a week starting tomorrow and it is great to hear about this year's World Naked Bike Ride on Saturday the 13th.This is the event website.
It happens in many cities and you can still organize it yourself.



Today when riding my bike a big car got angry because he felt imposed to respect my preference (when he was turning into my road!) and then followed me slowly yelling some words for about too street crossings and I even runaway to the sidewalk. I wonder how can those car ppl contain so much rage and frustration, instead of some respect.

Ferry to freedom

Going to Copenhagen looking for better life, like any other immigrant, but only for the weekend. And with lots of fun involved.

after hitchhiking to Budapest

Learn to give














Learn to give more







I am so gipsy

And want to wander

around

sell in markets

and paint kids faces

In Budapest a woman cried

While sitting on a bench, in the exit of the park and the way that leads to the bridge over the Danube, next to two kids and and old man. Se sat on the bench and cried on her hands. Rising her head from time to time, to look everywhere for some seconds and cry desperately again. Her two tiny daughters, 3 and 5 years old, were standing next to the bench with tied up blond long hair. The sun was still shining, with the orange colour of afternoon 6 hours in Budapest island inside the river. The girls looked confused and scared, and were holding their small hands. People walked by, we walked by. I felt moved, actually I felt pain. I thought she had lost her third child and had been looking for it for a while. She should have found it for now, and I took no picture of that, but of many lovers kissing instead.

Lars Rudolph eating a Brezel in Berlin

"I barely have access to movies that are not boring" said Mercedes Moncada Rodríguez after the premiere of her film La sirena y el buzo in the Berlinale Film festival about 2 weeks ago. I agreed and I told her. The film was breathtaking. The diver and the Mermaid is a tale about a young fisherman that drowns in the sea and turnes into a turtle. There is no explicit narration but the one on the intertitles and Mercedes chose to tell the story through documentary scenes taken from the daily routine of an indigenous group living on Nicaragua's Caribbean coast. Some of these scenes are really new in terms of what has been shown in the cinema before. Hypnotic and poetic. Like I felt when Beijing was inside my camera. And in a very special way -lighter and less fatalistic but just as patient- like Valuska and the drunken solar system and the whale in that cold and poor black and withe town somewhere in Hungary. Werckmeister Haromoniak, from Bela Tarr. I didn't think about their relation at all. It is very possible that the biggest thing these two films have in common is myself and the fact that I like them. I never drink coffee but today I drunk one capuccino and that made me look much more stupid when I saw an older Valuska sitting at the cafeteria eating a Brezel with his blonde daughter and speeking german. The real Valuska!




And I asked, and he told me, of course, that he is Lars Rudoph, and he is german not hungarian. And he has been working in theatre, how the hell I know that movie -am I even hungarian myself ?-, and that he now has a band called Mariahilff. And he told me with his Valuska's voice that they are going to release a new album in the next weeks.




But you don't speak hungarian? No, that was syncronized. And very well syncronized; I wish he was Valuska...

Values

Chasing after a value that is still worth keeping after this so called crisis is gone.