Gallery Weekend

Jong Oh Windward, Galerie Jochen Hempel, Lindenstraße 34.

Dirk Braekman, Galerie Thomas Fischer, Potsdamer Straße 77-87.

Galerie König, Alexandrinenstraße 118-121.

Netzwerk-Ausstellung Ngorongoro auf Jonas Burgerts Atelierareal in Weißensee, Lehderstraße 34.

Los Carpinteros, The Other, The Same, Galerie KOW, Brunnenstraße 9.

Ed Ruscha, A Few Palm Trees in Paradise Is Now,  Ausstellung Palm Trees in Art, Salon Dahlmann, Marburger Straße 3.

Großartig (aber Bildmaterial urheberrechtlich geschützt):

Louise Bourgeois, The Empty House im Schinkelpavillon, Oberwallstraße 1.
Frank Thiel, Quinceaneras, Galerie Blain Southern, Potsdamer Straße 77-87.
Tim Eitel, Vie Imaginaire, Galerie Eigen + Art, Auguststraße 26.
Hana Usui, Black End, Galerie Dittmar, Auguststraße 22.



Berlin, 29.04.2018


Und dazu der neue Post von Jack Ridl, auf den ich durch den großartigen Artikel "The Number of the Beast" von Christian Zaschke in der SZ vom 31.03.2018 aufmerksam geworden bin:


It’s April and It Should Be Spring

The gods are tired of tending fires.
Against the window, snow.

Each night the hour hand moves
time and us closer to the light.

No one wants to go out. No one
wants to stay in. And the snow.

Robins do their silly walk across the lawn,
dead grass dangling from their beaks.

Crocuses raise their purple risk
through the ice-crusted mulch of maple,

oak, beech, and willow. They last
a day. Clumps of daffodils stay

blossom-tight. We want to put away
sweaters. What would the saints do?

We haul in more wood. It is snowing.
Thursday and it is snowing and wind cold.

Winter’s wedged itself into a crack
along the equinox. We know, in time,

the trees will bud, the flowers rise
and bloom. We do what the earth does.

--Jack Ridl


[First published in Temenos,  Published later in an alternative form in Poetry East, Subsequently published in Practicing to Walk Like a Heron (Wayne State University Press))


Berlin, 04.04.2018