Icons & Idol show with Chris Haberman
video by Eva Lake
Friday, July 30, 2010
PDX ARt: Susperia: Baby doesn't sleep here anymore" by Richard Schemmerer
Susperia: Baby doesn't sleep here anymore" by Richard Schemmerer
Object of desire found in bad shape in a dumpster converted back to original glory with disinfectent and paint remover
Music by
Amerikan Zycho
Object of desire found in bad shape in a dumpster converted back to original glory with disinfectent and paint remover
Music by
Amerikan Zycho
PDX ARt: Effect & Cause by Richard Schemmerer
Yesterday was only the beginning of tomorrow.
Today is the moment when the present is expressed in the now.
The effect that we are having now is the cause for all other causalities
Effect & Cause by Richard Schemmerer
musik by
Amerikane Zycho
Today is the moment when the present is expressed in the now.
The effect that we are having now is the cause for all other causalities
Effect & Cause by Richard Schemmerer
musik by
Amerikane Zycho
PDX Art: "Psycho Grid" by Richard Schemmerer
Life is a grid and when you change just the tiniest component everything else is also influenced by it.
PDX Art: Psycho Grid by Richard Schemmerer
musik by
Amerikane Zycho
PDX Art: Psycho Grid by Richard Schemmerer
musik by
Amerikane Zycho
PDX Art: On-line Gallery; Opening Aug 5th
Welcome to
On-Line Gallery
upcoming cyber exhibit
"I am going to take flight with or without you"
Photography and Art on paper
by Richard Schemmerer
Opening August 5th
visiting hours by appointment only
On-Line Gallery
upcoming cyber exhibit
"I am going to take flight with or without you"
Photography and Art on paper
by Richard Schemmerer
Opening August 5th
visiting hours by appointment only
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Pdx Art: "Stark Naked" part 5; photography by Richard Schemmerer
Stark naked
or words are the butter on my life’s bread but only you can teach me how to say them with love.
The price of knowledge is that we know too much and can’t hide it from ourselves.
They found” It” in an unknown corner of the world, a place where shadows defecate and light fornicates and once stood in for Sodom and Gomorrah committing the sin of inhospitality. A warning sign that spells” keep going and don’t look back; if you do you’ll turn into a pillar of salt” marks the spot. They found it like a crashed beacon in a field of hopefulness, a symbol for all things misguided or disenfranchised.
They found it stark naked against a whitewashed sky almost invisible only the outline carved depth into the horizon. They found what many said didn’t exist, many doubted and others prayed too but nobody knew what it truly was.
They found the soul responsible for it all; they termed it “God Soul” and when they had realized what it was they were afraid of what it might be capable off so they even though it was stark naked and helpless without recognition, and it had no worth other than being; so they killed it even though they knew it can’t be killed because it lives in every one of them so it only could be killed if everyone died;
They killed it anyway so that we might live on but what a price I ask you? It was the price of knowledge.
So I had lost God’s Soul in a moment of weakness but I discovered myself on the way to realize that life is only the surface I live on and that it is all about the awareness of that fact.
or words are the butter on my life’s bread but only you can teach me how to say them with love.
The price of knowledge is that we know too much and can’t hide it from ourselves.
They found” It” in an unknown corner of the world, a place where shadows defecate and light fornicates and once stood in for Sodom and Gomorrah committing the sin of inhospitality. A warning sign that spells” keep going and don’t look back; if you do you’ll turn into a pillar of salt” marks the spot. They found it like a crashed beacon in a field of hopefulness, a symbol for all things misguided or disenfranchised.
They found it stark naked against a whitewashed sky almost invisible only the outline carved depth into the horizon. They found what many said didn’t exist, many doubted and others prayed too but nobody knew what it truly was.
They found the soul responsible for it all; they termed it “God Soul” and when they had realized what it was they were afraid of what it might be capable off so they even though it was stark naked and helpless without recognition, and it had no worth other than being; so they killed it even though they knew it can’t be killed because it lives in every one of them so it only could be killed if everyone died;
They killed it anyway so that we might live on but what a price I ask you? It was the price of knowledge.
So I had lost God’s Soul in a moment of weakness but I discovered myself on the way to realize that life is only the surface I live on and that it is all about the awareness of that fact.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Pdx Art: "Stark Naked" part 1; photography by Richard Schemmerer
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Friday, July 23, 2010
PDX Art: "Everything around me is free" by Richard Schemmerer
"Get It"
photography
dimensions variable
Everything around me is free
Or
The Watermelon syndrome
The only time which is every time I go to Whole Foods is to graze like a motherless sheep in different food sections. My favorite are the cheese displays where you can nibble on aged cubed goodies that otherwise cost $17.99 a pound; usually they are accompanied by fancy crackers with harvest fresh seedy sprinkles that burst in your mouth like land mines or Chinese fire crackers and have exotic names like earth brittle and are from the bread basket of the Tuscan sun.
Cherries are in season and they pop with valley sweetness taste like an old high school girl friends lip stick.
I always feel watched there and I am looking for cameras but there are none and nobody is watching how many cherries I am eating or knows that I am a regular at this free buffet of organic appetizers.
On the surface I seem like an ordinary costumer but I am the sinister nibble snatcher, a free loader of the table of the affluencual. I am the future in motion, the I want it for free debutant, the cheater that feels he deserves free transportation, free music, free sex and the freedom to express this behavior in public and the freedom to take nature by her legs bend her over to have it my way because I am from the my way or no way throw it away generation and I am one of their top ten.
No I am not a competitor but a revelator, I am des-involved but I am everywhere at the same time being the one that tells how it is or how it is taught or ought to be but don’t know a goat skin about how it came to be. I am guessing my way through life to chronograph my stages of advancement in “sancto sacrecy”. I am the entitlement in person I am the one that reads free papers and complains about the content I browse through the magazine stand and feel there is nothing of value in there, I borrow knowledge from others and bitch that it is not the truth while I am sampling my 12 cup of free coffee and much and bits of pieces of way to crumbly cake they serve with it to entice me to buy the whole crumbly mess.
I look like the desired demographic but the only thing graphic about me is my sex life which happens on free download tapping into sites on my neighbors wireless internet connection. No I feel not guilty because guilt is not free it comes with shame attached besides I am against the consumer society and I don’t consume I steal. I steal glorious moments of delirious purposelessness from the shelf’s Life and from a stale population that runs after the status quo like the Free Masons after the Holy Grail.
Yes Vienna was nice. I got to on an arts grant to produce an installation of some kind dealing with something like America and its ways. So I got Cheetos to sponsor it and Coors to underwrite it and that’s what I did I gave away samples of free food deemed to represent the American way of life; first its free and before you know it you are addicted to it.
It was a time based event with audience participation and the Austrians loved it they usually get nothing for free but I am worried now if that sets a president I might get lots of competition on the freeby tables of the world.
Freedom is good but freedom for free is better. I stayed at the Grand Hotel at the town square with free view and free cable and filled my suitcase with free Viennese shampoos and lotions, got a free news paper every day and a free massage from a licensed and certified masseuse who had also done Al Gore for free. I hitched free rides on public transportation and got invited to many parties with drinks on the house. I based my Artist statement on “Let Freedom Ring” which I had stolen from a song and a speech by one of Bush’s speech writers which nobody listened too or remembers anyway.
Welcome to my World it’s a fake world with fake status updates on free internet services and free links to the best in free entertainment. Nothing tastes sweeter that freebie’s as I am munching on free water melon samples handed out at a farmers market stand, as I contemplate my syndrome the enjoyment of things for free of things I didn’t have to do anything for. I realize that when I consume free things I feel not guilty for consuming them as I waste none of my money to do so and actually mostly I am not aware what and how much I consume as long as it’s free. It counts neither as calories nor as expenditure.
I think I found my calling, I am a free loader so why don’t you hate me which usually also comes for free.
I am the future I am the careless ghost of leisure gambling for free with the planet's assets. I am a high roller on the all you can eat stations and on the all you can get philosophies of life. I believe that I deserve to be famous for something or nothing either way because true fame is priceless and doesn’t that mean free.
Monday, July 19, 2010
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