Comment se perdre dans l’aventure berlinois
‘In Berlin, You Never Have to Stop’ - NYTimes.com
▻http://www.nytimes.com/2012/11/25/magazine/in-berlin-you-never-have-to-stop.html?pagewanted=2
All around us, cafes were teeming, the canal banks were lined with people reading, talking and laughing, and the vast parks were brimming with blankets and smoke and sunshine. But no one seemed to be working.
I started to feel somewhat cheated; things were too easy. The everyday stresses to which we were accustomed were now nonexistent. Every night there was a new adventure to take their place: parties in empty public swimming pools, raves at abandoned airports, nightclubs that stayed open for days. There were no deadlines to worry about or bosses to enforce them. There were too few limitations, and we’d lost all motivation and willpower to ever say no.
Soon our self-imposed five-day-a-week rehearsal routine started to crumble in the face of hangovers, comedowns and various members going AWOL. Sessions started being skipped, shortened or halved. We set a midday start time for rehearsals but, on many days, one of us hadn’t even been to bed by then. We were beginning to forget our reasons for having left Australia. The inexplicable energy of the city had taken us in, but instead of stimulating our music, it had only fueled our partying. We lost our “hustle.” And things disintegrated from there.
A member of our band was incarcerated for 17 hours, receiving a 1,600-euro fine for damage to private property. There were fights and drunken backgammon sessions resulting in heads breaking windows. There were infected arms, cut legs. We were the victims of credit-card fraud, theft and immoral drug dealers.
One day, while taking a break from staring at a nudist at the Hasenheide, I realized that I’d ended up in a kind of artist’s paradox: We had gone to Berlin because of the lifestyle it offered to artists, yet we were coming unstuck by that exact lifestyle. Berlin was ruining us. Soon I started to consider the unthinkable: returning home early to Melbourne, to structure and a sound state of mind, to my girlfriend, my family and my job.
Là par contre c’est de l’art « sérieux ». Galerie Berlin existait déjà en RDA et continue à vendre des oeuvres de peintres connus.
Galerie Berlin - Walter Libuda
▻http://www.galerie-berlin.de/index.php?a_id=11&node=vita
Walter Libuda
Biografie
1950 in Zechau-Leesen geboren
1973 Studium an der Hochschule für Grafik und Buchkunst Leipzig,einschließlich Meisterschülerzeit bei Prof.Bernhard Heisig lebt und arbeitet in Brandenburg bei Berlin
