Hello. Been a while. I got wrapped up in the spirit of X-mas and wanted to take a little virtual break. Now I’m back, my Neighbors! ’09 is coming to an end and I feel the need to reflect. It’s crazy how much you forget. It’s insane how quickly time passes. In my memoirs, 2009 won’t be the most exciting chapter, but it will be entertaining in an awkward sort of way. Still happening, but it already feels distant. Many changes took place this year. I’m 33. Jesus died at 33. That’s been like a mantra since my birthday. Jesus died at 33. I’m 33. Friends, you know that I’m not religious, but the story of Jesus has had its role in my life and I like him very much. Very inspiring man. So, what have I done in the last 33 years? Not comparing myself to the son of God, but this 33 thing has been a weird ass monkey on my back for months. Also, I’ve spent all of the double 3 heavily medicated and in fucked up bursts of pain so far… Since June I’ve been the ‘King of Immobility and countless Dr. interpretations’.
If I sit back now, spark a spliff and reflectively categorise 2009, here’s what I come up with in no order of importance. 2009 GOOD: Pulling off the Karlsruhe exhibition without a single cancellation. Working in and getting fired from the gallery. Stephanie and Leni. ‘The Passive Resistance’ show at Alte Börse in Zürich and that all our tracks are on i-Tunes. Learning to play the guitar. Hubert Michel. Vale Tudo at Züribar. Nietzsche path and Zuoz. ‘Arte’ documentary shoot. ‘Location 1’ in London. Artotale Lüneburg. Family & Friends. ‘Torre’ with Sam and Wim in Venice. Cullen Art Services. Luca’s collage. ‘Time of the Signs’ show. Death of Militärstrasse. GOD (Dirty in the Blind) (32). Michael Schmidt-Salomon in the ‘Blaue Saal’. Intravenous Morphine. Gabi on the couch. 92% less alcohol. New tattoos. Bob Dylan in Basel with Tobi. ‘Morbus Ormond I’. Borsalino hat. CRISIS nights. Zürich fire brigade. Now I need to make a cup of tea and then we’ll have a look at 2009 BAD: Too much TV (screens in general). Physical pain and mental fragility. Michael Jackson. Taxes. Too much pot. That’s it. Not so bad. Stephanie has had so much to deal with me (again) through my herniated chaos and she still hasn’t given me the boot. Thank you. I love you. I’ve enjoyed my stays at the Waid hospital in Zürich. Hospitals are the havens of no shame. You are what you are. Shit. Piss. Snot. Puss. Pain. No masks. No lies. There was a certain beauty and safety about it this time around. Medication is incredible. Soon we’ll all be popping pills for everything. I learned some truly basic things this year: Those who succeed are the ones that work the hardest while the weak are killed and eaten. Romance exists as long as there is enough food. Human life would be torture without art, especially music. The ‘we’ that ‘I’ am is the sum of all things that I have been confronted with mainly in my youth. The great minds of today know more than those of yesterday. Principles are for the ignorant. I’m censoring myself artistically, personally and socially. What was my life like before the i-Phone and pre-washed salad? Many of my friends are having children. There’s a change of mood. Everyone has picked their role and is playing their part. Boys with toys. Girls with dolls. 33. I don’t want to go to clubs anymore because I’m surrounded by fucked up kids. I should learn how to drive a car and the idea terrifies me. Once my back is fixed for the second time next February I’ll be my own boss for the first time ever, ever, ever. I’m very excited and scared to death.
‘No Original Title / Life’ – Ich 2007
’10 already looks like it may have some potential. I’m hoping to rekindle the flame of ‘The Passive Resistance’ once Jonas is back in Zürich. Cullen Art Services will surprise in all kinds of ways. Visiting Wim and Gianni in the Spring. Will spend much time in London with wife and child. ‘Arte’ Documentary. Rik is working on some next level shows where I can take part. Going back to ‘Arte Moris’ in East Timor. I hope that life is treating all of you with much respect and humor and wish you only the very best for 2010. Love. Life. Blessed. – TIM
‘Man muss seine Mutter noch prügeln, solange sie jung ist’ – surrealistisches Sprichwort