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“meaning of art”

Kunst

Christoph Exler. Everybody has his own concept of love and art. And love is the only form of art where everybody considers himself to be highly professional. I wrote these angry lines after personal talk with this painter in one of Vienna cafes. He impressed me as sarcastic person with obviously reduced respect to others [...]

Schwedenplatz

Kallypso, my higher self, you know for sure, that I like red and green. In Graz the trams are green, and here in Vienna they are red. I guess too much sitting with pictures makes me asocial. After many hours of privacy I find it difficult to bare prolonged small talks. I read yesterday letters [...]