PARADOX ZURICH PROJECTSam Idaplatz, Bertastrasse 26, 8003 Zurich, Switzerland
Dienstags bis Freitags, 14:00 bis 19:00
Fon: 078 783 0114
aka Paradox Paul aka Wally. Self employed curator, conceptual artist, events organiser, graphic designer, writer & avant-garde performer. Former architectural model-maker in London and mount-maker for museums in the United States. Member of the Förderverein Kulturhaus Weissensee in Berlin and leading protestor against local government cuts across culture in that city. Currently interested in setting up a donations pool for private and public arts projects, some of which are listed below.
Maya Malfatti Woods
Graphic designer, busy curator, lazy artist.
Danny Amos Flynn
Try playing both films at once. Thanks to Agnieszka, Habib and Chloé for performing, Sergio Beresovsky for guitar and Maya for filming.
A to Z OF PARADOX ZURICH & RELATED PROJECTS
SALES: A Piano Throne (1 of 12) can be purchased completed or at any stage of development for 100,000 Euros
the 1001 Projects Project
P.P. is at last pleased with this website revamp, at least with the new design, completed mid April 2011. But there is a lot more to do since his latest brainwave. Oh boy. Over the coming months the number of projects listed on this page will increase towards a goal of 1001 in total (including this one, "The 1001 Projects Project", which is the 86th project at the time of its conception on April 13, 2011). As challenging as it sounds, P.P. reckons there is enough material to fill the new quota lying around in attics and cellars in various cities plus a small town on the Isle of Wight, as well as deeper in this labyrinthine website, memoirs treading yet deeper into the conceptual artist's restless mind; and also in the imaginations of project partners not even met yet. Why 1001 exactly? Well, why not. If the mountain is there then climb it. Besides which, in our search for a wonderful new arts space in Zurich founded on as little money possible but great energy, a concept is needed to convince the landlords to let us move in for at least 3 months, or better still, permanently. From a thousand-and-one activity concepts (or as many as there are here now) they must like some of them! What's listed below can therefore be seen as the program which begins, not only virtually, at daily workshops, installations and art evenings when the gallery/studio "Paradox World Projects" opens (or "Paradox Zurich" or "Wallywoods Zurich" or "Gallery Woods Malfatti" or "Zurich Big Chairs" or "The Woods" or whatever it will be called) in P.P.'s now official residence, Zurich. Amen.
1001 Ways to Become a Fashionable Artist
'Mixed metaphors on cheap paper.' Outline of a half finished short story. Needs illustrating, perhaps as a comic:
General introduction to follow. Link test
This mini epic by P.P. was started in 2010 directly on Facebook and progressed there as a work in progress. Still unfinished, it now has its own home, right here. Open for illustration or animation ideas:
the Atheists Show
Currently theoretical group event based on the PROBABILITY that what is now called 'atheism' will one day outweigh religion everywhere. Encouraged and presented by P.P. and others who support that peaceful and logical goal. Only possible within an open yet well defined atmosphere of discussion, interaction and above all tolerance. Aim is NOT to attempt to prove that overwhelming influence of organised religion is out-dated and detrimental. Rather, it is to offer a stimulating and POSITIVE insight into the fundamental and legitimate belief in HUMAN BEINGS; i.e. merely ourselves, capable of love, compassion and moral strength independent of a God reference. Such an undertaking may never-the-less be considered 'spiritual' by some, no doubt provocative by others, and even insulting to a few - or many - entrenched 'believers'. But organised in Europe for a start, within the parentheses of established democratic system and free-thinking society, the undertaking should hardly be dangerous...
When, where and why this was almost written is by now nearly irrelevant. It is a lesson in pen power for would-be writers and other interested people with pens. It is perhaps the anonymous author's least glaring achievement. Besides which Wally, as he was known then, learned to detest poetry slams. Usually because he lost. The others were funnier. Ask Helge der Hinterhofdichter who beat him at Bastard, the bugger. Ignoring that defeat, mild in comparison, P.P. did read this in front of his mentor Mr Bertram Paperfoot, Germany's greatest living writer, and ten other Jedi of the Berlin off-off-poetry scene at Wallywoods in Weissensee earlier this century. What a night. What a nightmare! Here is the poster posthumously to remind us of a potentially majestic event. But Clive the Drunk - yes CLIVE THE DRUNK! - was there to destroy the whole evening before Wally barred him again along with his immortal words as the master readied himself to begin, "Hey Bert, sing some fuckin' rock and roll!". So P.P. missed most of it whilst walking Clive home. By the time P.P. returned to his guests, Bert had left and Clive shortly returned. In short, one of modern literature's stupidest reading evenings. The moral? What a cunt! Below is the original essay, Bad Words, lifted unabashedly from Wally's Log...
I stopped writing my online diaries when real life finally caught up with my expectations of it, crushing major reserves of energy and changing priorities - yet again. Also, the HTML programming got bummed out due to the minor differences between various browsers and I simply lost interest in performing another tedious website overhaul. But I've started again now and will fill gaps with various texts stored haphazardly here and there, rabbiting as ever, on and on, into a rosier than rosy future (and an eventful past)... Wally's Log
Easy kind of brainstorming. Room for development...
the Broken Pianos Orchestra (RIP)
Room for development...
Bucket is a short story used as the lose script for a surrealistic film, shot in Prenzlauerberg in Berlin in the late nineties. Filming was never completed due to a road accident which occurred in front of the rolling camera, after which the people involved understandably - and very sadly - lost all interest in continuing. Well, they didn't have a license for filming on the street (Schönhauser Allee) and worried that they themselves were indirectly somehow responsible. After all, project actor N.H. was at that moment walking unguided among afternoon shoppers in a black suit with a bucket on his head, causing no little interest. Paranoia among the crew intensified as it was discovered that plain-clothes cops had actually caused the accident whilst chasing a boy of apparently illegal origin across the busy crossing. He was knocked unconscious to slide ten yards or more along the road in front of the truck which hit him full on. On careful enquiry, emergency authorities refused to give us any information to the victim's situation. To this day we don't know if he survived.
Images to come. Room for development...
Carry On Filming
Room for development...
Catalogues & Calendars
Information to follow.
CD Cover Design
Old page, needs updating: CD Cover Design
Would someone some day please donate to me a church, chapel or similarly revered building. Anywhere at all. Meanwhile, a less hallowed dream of mine has long been (at least) the organisation of an interactive installation in a church, chapel or similarly revered building. Thank you in advance. P.P. March 2011.
Club & Cafe Design & Deco Advice & Service
See also "Decoration" / Contact
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"I've always detested crossing borders. I mean, at check-points between so-called nations." (P.P. 21st century.) Developing idea...
Danny Amos Flynn. Your 'Paradox World Projects' London correspondent. (See top of page.) Awaiting photo...
My primary influence as an 'odd' boy growing up in some kind of self-made solitary confinement in central London was Salvador Dali. Later I understood the unpleasantness of the man himself and have by now almost completely lost interest in the perusal of his works. In my twenties, a visit to the Dali Museum at Figueres rekindled for a while earlier passions. The genius cannot be denied and a certain fascination always remains. Later, my most successful half-endeavour to half-generate money in the former East Berlin was mural painting (see "Decoration" below) and one of the earliest jobs, for the healthy sum of 150 Deutsche Marks and some beers, was this wall in the "Fünf Ziegen" bar (the "Five Goats" which I believe still exists). Below too is a jacket painted for Dali friend Stefan around the same time. Now publicising for decoration & design jobs in Zurich and elsewhere, I am by no means too old or too proud to reproduce whatever Dali image a potential client may want - for at least ten times the earlier price. Contact
Text to follow. Facebook
As an artist in a fast changing Berlin of the 1990's I earned my way with interior decorating, specialising in mural painting ("Wandmalerei") covering a wide range of styles from antique to graffiti... (more to follow) / Murals / Bars and restaurants
Wallywoods Demo: we marched from the Weissensee Culture Center ("KH Peter Edel") to the Weissensee Town Hall, Berlin, 01.12.09
Do Not Touch
Text to follow. Exhibition
English language reading events in Zurich
As far as I can see there aren't any. Shame! P.P. (bored spoken word performer) Zurich, April 2011
See "The 12 Piano Thrones Project"
Exhibitions & Events
Even before we were married I had the idea with Maya to make someday a small exhibition entitled "Love" (link further down). Later, whilst assembling this list of project ideas, I wanted to balance the concept with a partner exhibit or event, a larger group show or very compact, and name it for now just "Fear" - the opposite emotion in my opinion to Love... (Input welcome.)
Showing two films at the same time. Room for development...
Priority is establishing a gallery-office in Zurich. Funds will then be generated through the sale of works by featured artists, contributions from said artists according to how long they show and what they can afford, participation in external exhibitions, competitions & art-fairs, rental of artworks (for example to offices), exhibition & interior design consultancy, revenue from occasional events, classes (life-drawing, etc), and private donations (see below).
First Art in Orbit
Sponsor required for a workable idea: Contact
Room for development...
Freezing the Unemployed
I just found this. I think its from an idea Alex Tornado and P.P. had sitting around Another Bookshop in Berlin a couple of years ago. Kind of a sit-com. It's not finished:
the Frozen Sperm Vibrator
The beauty of being a conceptual artist who's brain never ceases spawning grotesque as well as fabulous ideas, is that occasionally a work may consist of no more than a title; a mere juxtaposition of ideas. An advantage here as I myself do not need to see any development of such an object. It is, in a way, already redundant. Again a paradox, perhaps, considering my interest in, for instance, one day realising "Gunter von Hagen's Chair" (scroll down) even if that were to involve my bending the man's bones personally.
Ilia Kitup's illustrated Dada magazine in German, English and Russian. Link to follow.
Now collecting Grandfather clocks to turn into fine-art display cases for various works in various styles. Can collect. Contact
Gravestones & Grabmale
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Gunter von Hagen's Chair
Dear Sir. My name is Paradox Paul. They know me in Berlin perhaps as Mr Wallywoods, although I'm from London, where nobody knows me. Why should they. I invented a functioning Time Machine, an economy for artists, and now build guillotines, thrones and electric chairs out of pianos. I want to patent an idea; I want to patent Mr Body World himself, the guy with the hat. I want his dead body. Unpickled, unadulterated in any way. I want to build from his consenting remains an artwork in the form of a chair. (Chairs have been my thing for a decade. No particular reason). I wish to bend your body, Mr Hat, so it seats one person comfortably. Your very own Self, preserved as tidily as a fellow artist can arrange you. Bent, forever to a new duty...
Half a Million Little Chairs
To set up a group exhibition featuring exclusively the Swastika (in German 'Hakenkreuz') will be no easy feat. So it simmers with P.P. on a distant back-burner.
He Said She Said
A very short stage piece by P.P. for two actors and a narrator. They move around an absurd living-room indepently adjusting things, multi-tasking, side-tracked with every newly begun trivial activity. Are they clearing up or packing, beginning the day or ending it, conversing with one another or mumbling to themselves? The narrator is busy too. He enjoys full performance freedom to under or over play emotion and physical dynamics. Only his own though, the actors are not aware of him:
Written years ago for a funding competition in Berlin. Refused without explanation. In fact ALL attempts at further communication, even the vaguest advice, between P.P. and any of the 'judges' was strictly refused. The reasoning is simple. In those days he knew no-one. Either way, it stands as quite a fun kiddies exhibition idea: Concept
Idiots of the Month
The whole damned Japanese Government. Dangerous Idiots. Refusers of international advice and assistance. Damn them and their cowardice and their sickening policies of secrecy. Criminals, they are. International laws must be changed. (Actually that was last month's. Still studying the headlines for May's most idiotic...)
Immortality is a series of Brain Transplants
An endless series, which is hardly conceivable. And assuming they work, of course. But as long as human-kind is around, and as long as it positively develops in at least one secure area of the planet, it is perhaps conceivable after all that one or more lucky (for want of a better word) members of this crazy human club could witness everything we have in store until the very end. Which, examining our undying tendency to play with fire, or nuclear energy, or Black Holes, may be a lot sooner than anyone yet can imagine. We may not even reach that first transplant. Proving that immortality is impossible after all. Indeed, not even our sun is immortal, nor the greatest Sun or Black Hole in the universe, nor even the Universe itself, apparently, and therefore nor even gods, ghosts or far-sighted gallery projects. But the brain transplants thing... why not indeed. Well worth the try... I'm up for it! (P.P. 2011)
Room for development...
Have you heard the one about the Englishman, the Scotsman, the Irishman, the Welshman, the Russian, the Turk, the Spaniard, the Egyptian, the South African, the Pole... (and so on... until all nations and creeds are represented. Then we'll think of a punchline.) (P.P.)
Kaputte Klaviere Orchester (RIP)
Kulturhaus Weissensee (RIP)
See "Peter Edel"
This took place one Christmas in Berlin. Lovely it was too. We should do it every year. Here are some photos at Facebook
Room for further development... For now here is an upright description at Wikipedia
Letterpress on the Underground
Project by D.A.F. and associates in London
"Begun in 1999, the title ‘Letterpress on the Underground’ parodies the official ‘Poetry on the Underground’ and likewise have been produced for slotting into the advertisement frames which run along the top of the inside of the carriages above the seats on the London Underground network of tube lines.
the Library of Bad Ideas
This children's story has no copyright. Not completely finished, I will work on the text now and again until it is, here online. Anyway, it is offered into the public domain with no reservations. Theatrical adaption would be lovely. There are four parts, as well as village onlookers and perhaps more giants at the beginning, and the story-teller who begins:
For now see "Gallery"
A joint exhibition at planning stage by P.P. & M.M.
Low Resolution Conflict Resolution
Room for development...
This is the only photo I can find showing marionettes I was making in the mid-nineties to sell at art and flea-markets in Berlin. They were too weird ("unheimlich") for most people and didn't sell like hot-cakes. Often I failed even to make the return on weekend rental of the table. But they helped me develop the constitution of producing items from ones one imagination after many years producing architectural models and wot-nots for wealthy strangers back in mainstream London, from which I had at last escaped. More fun than standing in the freezing cold with holes in my shoes for days at a time was a workshop I did with dozens of plaster and paint-splashed kids at the play-center "Spielmobil" in the then alternative Prenzlauerberg district. Here's an old page with more text: Marionettes
Born next door to Paddington Station, London. Grew up a happy "pumerlich" child in Switzerland, attending something in Zurich called "Waldorf"; a rather special school for rather special thinkers. Did pretty well for a kid. Prepared for art school but opted on a career in graphics instead. Diploma in hand, left Zurich due to claustrophobia for Berlin and the promise of a colourful and mundane life. Continued in graphics until study of arts at the FAKB ("Freie Akademie für Kunst Berlin"). Met downstairs the curator of something called Wallywoods and jobbed at a comic shop ("Grober Unfug"). Abandoned the dry and soon bankrupt FAKB for employ at a sculpture studio ("Simon P. Schrieber") in Berlin's up-and-coming Neukölln. Returned to Zurich after seven years absence. Odd jobs included standing at an airport news-stand wearing firm shirts, selling tickets from a tiny over-heated van at a circus ("Africa Africa") and selling books in down town Zurich. Worked again as a graphic designer ("Raffinierie", "Saloon" and "Swisscontent Corp") before landing a secure position in prepress at a local envelope factory. Finally revisited Berlin, rediscovered Wally, and wed back in Zurich three days before Christmas 2010. Currently involved in the quest to co-found an art gallery with the aforementioned and whoever wishes to join in, somewhere in Zurich.
Once upon a time in New London Town there was an architectural model-maker, nicknamed by the guys, Wally. Maggie Thatcher was the Queen in those days and the guys, aka "Presentation Unit" of Glass Hill Street, Southwark, built possibly the finest and most expensive models in England for her mate, Pete Palumbo, as he was known then. Wally remembers using his toilet next door to Wren's little church, which they also made models off (they made models of every building in the City of London around about then); and finding there on the wall at which he tidily stared, two or three tiny Dali originals, which impressed him hugely, himself the hugest Dali fan he knew. (Online memoir, to be continued...)
Money for the Poor
"Throughout my history of the unpaid endorsement and production of cultural initiatives and happenings across Europe, stubborn non-profit art-making and lowest of the low-paid decoration of pent-houses, restaurants, stairwells and toilets across Berlin, and enthusiastic support of the art-making of creative people from colleagues to interested strangers everywhere over the twenty years since I left England and professional security for a life of adventure and fulfilling occupation as a versatile, innovative and above all penniless conceptual artist, this tiny project is, right now as you read it, ignore it and move on to Google something you found intriguing in a Columbo episode last night, by far the most vital endeavour I have conceived and attempted to drag into reality before I soon enough throw in the towel to join my truest friend in an atheist's after-life, George the accommodating earth-worm... (etc). Please ignore between-the-lines frustration and peruse a little further to the point, which you have possibly guessed by now. Some people, even some artists, are good at making money. I have always been rubbish at it. Too busy making art. The full title of this deceptively honest mini-project is actually 'Money for the Poor Artist'. Below are my details. Thank you in advance." P.P. April 2011
Subject: survival donation
0041 (0)78 783 0114
A competition with no rules. Send a picture of your original MONUMENT design and it will be posted here for a while. Whether it gets built one day, big as you like, is not up to me.
the Napoleon Photograph
The original camera obscura portrait has been moved from Berlin's abandoned Kulturhaus Weissensee, where it was discovered and secured by P.W. in 2008, to a Swiss location. It seems to have been taken post-mortem at Napoleon's death-bed on Saint Helena in 1821. Handwritten texts on the reverse side indicate the pioneer photographer was an army officer.
the Nikki Sudden Recordings
Or, what to do with five concerts informally (but not at all badly) recorded at the Kreuzberg Gallery Wallywoods? Suggestions welcome.
Events magazine "New Underground Trends" (released once in Berlin / awaiting PDF). Could be revived...
"There is no such thing as unoriginal thought." (P.P. April 2011)
Room for development...
Text to follow plus links to Cliff Falls, mini oils, Lutta-Woods, Three Chairs for Europe, etc. For now here are some Acrylic paintings
Pandora's Box by P.P. featuring K.B. Listen
Peace is Power
Room for development...
Peter Edel (RIP)
A long story. It began (for me) with this e-mail early in 2007:
Room for development...
An automobile, a flying machine and a boat, all somehow functioning, made from two pianos each. After the twelve Piano Thrones are completed. (Or parallel if a team can be assembled somewhere...)
Poetry Parties can take place anywhere, any time. You don't even need a poet. Just bring something to read or choose something from the table. Here's an example: Event
I used to design posters for fun. Before everything grew into Big Chairs. Actually I was serious. Even tried to sell them online: Posters
This is what it currently says at P.P.'s Saatchi Online profile page: "Paul Woods aka Paradox Paul. Born London 1964. Didn't like school. Conceptual artist, founder & curator of Wallywoods Berlin, creator of Berlin Big Chairs, leader of the 12 piece Broken Pianos Orchestra, published poet, writer of Wally's Log, inventor of Paradox Paul's functioning Time Machine (yes, it functions; wealthy sponsor required), father of the 'Million Minus Euros' alternative financial system for artists, discoverer of the Napoleon Photograph (photography expert & writer required), squatter for one year of the Weissensee Culture Center in Berlin, sketcher of half-a-million chairs on said culture-center walls & ceilings, constructor of the Flying Guillotine Piano Throne - one of 12 Piano Thrones, each made from a complete piano, all equally execution contraptions (gunsmith & sword-maker required), for which a London exhibition in the not distant future would almost finally satisfy this excitingly undiscovered conceptual artist & art show organiser." Blah blah. Blap blap. Toi toi toi...
the Principles of Wallyism
Written by and for the fine artist. Sometimes useful in wider applications: The Principles of Wallyism
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My own introduction to this minefield of marvelous new possibilities, lay theorists like myself, and armies of band-wagon cash-focused motivation-gurus will follow before too long. I really wish to understand a bit more of the original scientific phenomena first. In one way or another it may help market Paradox Paul's Functioning Time Machine (see "Time Machine") and perhaps clarify probability regarding the Napoleon Photograph (see "Napoleon Photograph"). Either way, as far as I now can envision (and in Quantum Thinking that is the first step towards accomplishment) telepathy is soon a distinct probability, if not already a certainty. Not to mention teleportation... Meanwhile, here is some random "Quantum Thinking" stuff unashamedly beamed in from the Multidimensional Universe Wide Web
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"Bloody revolutions are a thing of the past." Room for development...
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Schweineohren Party / Pigs Ears Party
Why not indeed. Just need enough pigs ears to go around. You can buy a 1 kilo bag of them at a Zurich Co-op for 23.50 francs for the enjoyment of your dog (though it says "FOR YOU" on the packet, which we can take as encouraging). But there are a small number of conditions to the frivolities. In fact, let's call them the Pigs Ears Party Rules. For instance, ANYONE REMOVING THEIR EARS EVEN FOR A MOMENT IS DISGRACED AND DISQUALIFIED AND WILL BE ESCORTED TO THE EXIT BY DESIGNATED PIGS EARS RULES ENFORCERS...
Room for development...
Singer Songwriters Symphony
Something Wally always wanted to do but never got around to at Wallywoods. It's simple. Held in a large room - perhaps during an intallation or art opening - invite as many singer-songwriters as may be available and position them equally spaced around the walls. Either all set up for accoustic performance only, or each equipped with small sound systems set at relatively equal values to the rest. The audience gathers to begin with at the room's center (they can shortly move around, approaching whichever singers they fancy). And then let the performers begin. ALL AT THE SAME TIME...
Skinny Person in Fat Person's Skin
Horrible idea. But do-able. 'Large' person required to donate a complete suit of skin. P.P. March 31, 2011.
I'm now collecting recently produced handle-able sculptures and objects, fine-art or funky, for display & sale in Zurich (see "Gallery" above).
Sounds of Softness
Avant-garde specialist Mary Ocher's mysterious film project. Among others, possibly featuring P.P. Facebook link
Spanish Dog Song
A very short opera for many shouting voices: Song text
Whilst looking for a stable gallery &/or events location to rent in Zurich, we are also willing to check out new squats. In fact P.P. would be happy to start one up, working with like-minded people... Manifesto
Temporary Tenancy Politics
the Time Machine
It works. Wealthy sponsor required. Information through P.P. directly.
Toenails Ice Cream
Art-food idea conceived whilst sitting at an ice cream stall in the Museums Quartier in Vienna picking my toenails in the pleasant Spring sun of April 2011. Google has proved this unoriginal (see "Original Thought"). A blogger named Ryan Turner mentions the subject. But as far as we are aware he never actually produced the stuff. THEREIN lies the difference!
Trafalgar Square Plinth
Picture taken from the Times article "Room at the Top", montaged and re-named "Room at the Bottom" for Quay Arts exhibition (IOW, UK, Feb 2004). Chairs on golden plaque proposal (undelivered): P.P. 2004
A project by M.M. & P.P.
Always looking to share transport possibilities and costs, especially between Berlin and Zurich. Get in touch: email@example.com
the Ugly Americans
Early sculptures by P.P. Ceramic animals
Co-writer required for Ark of Colours There is a whole bunch more material, much of it hand-typed in pre-computer days, sitting next to the tv in our living room, awaiting the careful removal of nearly two decades of dust. I pulled it out of a box recently and keep meaning to dive into it; but that would leave no time for anything else at all.
One of P.P.'s very first poems written at his Wimbledon home a year or three before moving to Berlin. Once it seemed complete, but on preparing it for inclusion in the Library of Bad Ideas it clearly was not. Try as he may, so depressing was the task of finishing the thing, he pretty well gave up. One day, however, a snot and tear-soaked school kid may fill in the gaps... Unfinished Poem
I want a van! Until then, always looking to share transport possibilities and costs, especially between Berlin and Zurich: firstname.lastname@example.org
the Walking Zoo Dress
Will P.P. take part this Summer in the Miss U-Bahn fashion competition in Berlin with the disputed 'Walking Zoo dress'; "a cage-costume made from piano-strings incorporating living animals"? Stay tuned. Background
1 November 2004 until 31 December 2009. Too eventful to be adequately described here or elsewhere. Photos archive
Wallywoods Art Pub (RIP)
Wallywoods on the Road (RIP)
Details to follow regarding Wallywoods events at: Arcanoa, Ceili House, Kaffee Burger, Kindel Brewery, King Kong Klub, White Trash...
Wallywoods & the International Noise Conference 2009
Memorable evening indeed. Legendary noise specialist DIENSTbar presented the International Noise Conference Berlin 2009 (April 14); an evening of "No drone, No laptop, Max 15 mins each performance" featuring over 20 dedicated acts from just about everywhere...
Wallywoods & the International Roaming Biennial of Tehran 2008
The 1st International Roaming Biennial of Tehran (subtitled "Urban Jealousy"), curated and organised by Amirali Ghasemi & Serhat Koksal, chose Istanbul as its first station, then came to Berlin in November 2008. As well as Gallery Wallywoods (exhibition opening: 22.11.08) the Berlin venues included Bethanien, Ich Orya, General Public and the club West Germany. The idea behind this independent, low-budget traveling show sprang from the international 'biennialization' and 'gentrification' processes. It featured works by artists from countries all around the world, selected from an open submission call which enjoyed overwhelming response. The atmosphere of cooperation and professionalism between the dozens of artists and performers was remarkable. Much was improvised - and all the better for it - and lasting friendships were made. Mainstream media coverage of the Berlin chapter was typically negligible, as 'low budget' rarely hits headlines, especially whilst taking place at 'underground' locations.
Wallywoods Compilation CDs
Wallywoods Film Archive
Alternative finance system for artists, galleries, clubs etc. The unveiling took place on 1 November 2008 at the Wallywoods 4th anniversary celebration. A worthy incentive to help local economy in hard-hit times, but didn't quite catch on. A little too off the wall, perhaps. Awaits resurrection never-the-less. Photos
Or rather, how to outlaw it. Room for development...
Alternative Berlin art club of Wallywoodsian relation / "Berlin's face-house. On the water. In a former loo." / Facebook
I have just rediscovered this text suggesting wallywoods.com (re-named paradoxberlin.com in 2010) was officially released on 1 November 2001. Something of a coincidence, as the first Gallery Wallywoods which was later to completely take over the website, opened on 1 November 2004. Most pleasing, as I do enjoy round dates. This also means we are headed for a 10 years online anniversary... P.P. April 2011
There's a bug in this HTML page programming that is driving me nutty. In some browsers the first link "Introduction.." doesn't work like the others, especially after refreshing the page. All tips welcome! Apart from that, I want to broadcast live video streaming of some events around Europe; and am considering an interactive "comments" facility, like Facebook or whatever (in which case the comments, unlike at Facebook, will remain relevant to their topics). But first I need A LOT MORE CLICKS... (Input welcome, especially from programmers!)
die Weissenseer Putzfrauen
Info folgt... Oder schreiben SIE etwas drüber. Besser noch; unternehme 'wat. Das Projekt ist noch realisierbar. Es handelt sich (u.a.) um Weissensees kaputten Kulturhaus. Die Fenster sind schmutzig...
A possible book, documentary or mockumentary. Anecdotes and opinions collected to celebrate one of the most intriguing people Wally ever met. First thought for a title was "Where's Jack?" since he vanished, as apparently he sometimes does. He lived at Wallywoods in the culture center for a couple of years as Wally's right-hand man, with no interest in an external occupation, zero income or benefits, and no history previous to his disputed term at the Art Pub, where we all met him. At occasional literary events he read his native German extremely well. Give him a text, no matter what it was or whether he understood it a jot, and he breathed cultivated life into it. He was a versatile musician, self-taught, experimental, minutely focused; as was his sketching and building of endless quirkey novelties assembled from rubbish. All the while he lived off gallery tit-bits, eating like a small child or a monk - indeed there was something of the Buddhist in him - smoking buts left in ashtrays, collecting matchsticks, wrappers, left-overs; and pinching bits and pieces from visitors. Towards the end, as much as he liked him (some hated him, others loved him) Wally insisted he finally leave, which he quietly did; to drop off the planet, never seen again in those circles. Glimpses of him in Mauer Park filtered back, whilst anecdotes and opinions kept his ghost alive. It turned out he wasn't even gay. Jack wasn't his real name (as we all suspected but gave up asking: he NEVER talked about himself in ANY regard) and no-one knew his surname until Thomas Heger secretly discovered it during Jack's weirdest period at the Art Pub, which he claimed for a while as his own. In the extensive and eery culture center rooms, Wally was grateful for the companionship as much as the twenty-four hour assistance. He never complained. Sound man, repair man, host in Wally's absence, jam session standard, key holder, ever-willing runner, Wally and Cecile referred to him as their butler - and a perfect butler he was. Accepting minor perversions and a dangerous tendency to abuse too much responsibility. On consideration, he seemed on some level grateful for the removal of it. As if he didn't even trust himself. Wally's biggest dilemma was not whether to trust him, but how far to trust him. After all, this charming, ageless, sexless fellow with no past could have been anybody, capable of anything. Where he is now is not the relevant question. The uniquely creative urban survivor, he certainly found himself a new nest, moving on to other nests, lining them with decorative necessities like a strange bird; new friends, new mentors... who would sooner or later ask themselves, "who on earth IS Jack?"
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Hopelessly hopeful mini epic by P.P. (Berlin, 2010). This one IS finished:
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