Samstag, Dezember 31, 2005

HERE ARE THE GUESTS OF MY SYLVESTERPARTY








This year I decided to celebrate Sylvester with my American friends JJ, and Elmo and with my Venezian friend Domenico here in Vienna for I want to finish my painting "Formation 2", because they are the models for this painting ... will see :-)!

To all the others a HAPPY NEW YEAR again!

MY ANGEL OF KNOWLEDGE FOR 2006



Freitag, Dezember 30, 2005

MY BIRTH TOTEM IS THE CROW




CROW

Keeper of the Sacred Law.
Crows are the keepers of the Sacred Law and to have a Crow totem is very powerful.
Personal Integrity are your watchwords and your guide in Life. If you have a Crow totem, your prime path is to be mindful of your opinions and actions.You must be willing to walk your talk, to speak your truth and to know your life's mission.


Crow is an omen of Change. Crow lives in the void and has no sense of time, therefore, it sees past, present and future simultaneously. Crow merges both light and dark, both inner and outer. It is the totem of the Great Spirit and must be respected as such.
They are symbols of creation and spiritual strength. Look for opportunities to create and manifest the magic of life. Crows are messengers calling to us about the creation and magic that is alive in the world today and available to us.

TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND READERS :

I WISH YOU A GREAT 2006 WITH AL MY HEART

Donnerstag, Dezember 29, 2005

WINTER

Dienstag, Dezember 27, 2005

MONTEZUMA'S REVENGE


I'ts a pity but since yesterday I've got Montezuma's revenge ... Diarrhoe is indeed a great shit !!! :-(

Sonntag, Dezember 25, 2005

DIANA AND ME WHEN WE WERE YOUNG

THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM / BY DIANA BENNETT / ILLUSTRATIONS BY HANS SFILIGOI ( CASTOR )





Instantly, and without warning, the Star of Bethlehem soared through the sky and descended onto a small mound before them.

It's brilliance was overwhelming and lit up the whole countryside.
Bewildered, the fairy stood up and stumbled towards the light, as the star smiled and beckoned her to approach.

'Can I help you?', said the Star of Bethlehem, 'I have plenty of star-dust.'
'Oh yes, indeed,' cried the fairy with delight.

'TAKE ALL YOU NEED,' REPLIED THE STAR, 'I HAVE ENOUGH FOR THE WHOLE GALAXY.'

THE FAIRY AND THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM / 3





Thoroughly exhausted and depressed the fairy returned to earth and took shelter under a large oak tree. She could no longer hold back her tears which streamed down her cheeks and spilled onto her dress. Soon she knew they would cease to flow for ever.Silently, she gathered her thoughts and gazed at the full moon, shining in it's splendour and saw the first snow flakes falling on her feet. Slowly, she wrapped her frail wings around her body and waited for the sleep to carry her into paradise.

The fluttering odf wings disturbed the silence and opening her eyes she saw an owl perched on the branch of a tree.

'Hello, little one,' said the owl greeting her, 'I've never seen such a pretty face look so said. What is troubling you?'

'I see,'remarked the wise owl with a concerned frown. He pondered for a while, scratching his head, then calmly he sat up and ruffled his feathers.
'I have an idea', added the owl solemnly, 'let us pray.'

THE FAIRY AND THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM / 2




So the fairy went to the Dog-Star, but he couldn't help her too, so she went to the Great Bear-Star, but he had the same problem as the other stars ...
Nobody knew why, but all the star dusk seemed to vanish in thin air everywhere ...

THE FAIRY AND THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM / 1


This is the story of a fairy who went broke with her stur-dust so they recognised that she couldn't return home to Fairyland ...

One evening, as dusk gradually spread it's shadows across the land, a fairy appeard on the horizon. Her pale face was drawn; her fragile wings flopped limply against her slender body, like weather beaten sails against a ship's mast. Her thoughts were troubled, she hardly had enough star-dust left to return home to Fairyland.
Sadly, she took the last star-dust from her pockets and sprinkled it over her tiny body. The magic dust began to work, vivid colours danced happily on her fragile form, brighter than the longest rainbow. The joy to feel, to be, to have, was hers once more. She reached out towards the sky, tiptoeing over the tall, silky grass, then away she flew in search of the stars.
Accidentally a misty form stretched out its puffy arms. It was acloud, welcoming her to rest. She fluttered onto its soft cushion and rested for a while. As she looked down at her tiny feet she noticed the star-dust had almost dissappeared. Should she turn back before it was too late? But what would become of her then? She must go on, come what may.
Suddenly, the faint echo of a cry interrupted her thoughts; anxiously she peeped up out of the cloud, and in the distance she saw a small light, blurred, throbbing alone in the inky sky. Timidly she desended from the cloud and flew towards the light.


It was a small star, but his light was low ...
'Tell me,' said the troubled fairy, catching her breath, 'Why is your light so blurred?'
The star turned and looked up into her searching eyes, trying to disguise his sorrow behind the shrouded mist. The silence broke and the star's story tumbled from his lips.
'Once upon a time I could see the whole universe through the twinkle of my eyes, but now I'm nearly blind. I squandered my star-dust on foolish games, and what saddens me more, I haven't enough star-dust left to shine upon the earth.'
The fairy hung her head in silence and as she looked up again saw a single tear wet the sad star's cheek.
'I need some star-dust too,'she murmured looking down at her tiny feet.
'Well', said the star gravely 'I'm afraid, you've come too late.'
The fairy braced herself against the wind and looked into the starless night.
'It's never too late to find some star-dust,' said the fairy curling her lips into a smile. 'How far is it to the next star?'
'If you keep on the Milky Way you will find the Dog-Stsr - come , I'll show you the way.'

'I'll bring you back some star-dust,'cried the fairy as she watched his last spark of light disappear. 'I won't forget.' she murmured, then she flew into the Milky Way.

Freitag, Dezember 23, 2005

"THE FAIRY AND THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM"



With this illustration I made once for my English friend DIANA BENNETT and her story "The Fairy And The Star Of Bethlehem" I wish you all a Merry Christmas hoping that we finally could celebrate the victory of Love and Peace all over the world ...

THE COUNTDOWN IS RUNNING BUT SANTA IS SLEEPING LIKE A LOG NOW ;-)

Donnerstag, Dezember 22, 2005

LETS GO SANTA CLAUS & RUDOLPH REINDEER AGAIN


Oh, I really do hope that Santa Claus will come early enough this year! Ho ho ho :-P

Mittwoch, Dezember 21, 2005

MY FIRST SNOW


My father was my storyteller when I was a child. He narrated for me fairytales he knew by heart or those he made up by himself. So I very early came to know that light and shadow belong together as well as life and death.
One evening shortly before I had to go to bed he gazed at me with a promising smile, put on his winter coat, then he helped me to slip into my coat too, opened the door to the balcony and we stepped out into the gelid night. It was snowing like in the fairytale "Mother Holle" and I enjoyed it a lot.
Then my father took my hand and said to me:" Now catch one of the snowflakes and look how beautiful it is." So did I but by the warmth of my hand the snowflake was melting quickly ... but another arrived, quite different in its beauty from the first ... and smelted too just like those before ... and all the other beauties which arrived afresh at my hand turned also from a small white star to water spotting ...

Sonntag, Dezember 18, 2005

THE NIGHT OF GETHSEMANE


The Jewish Jesus said:

Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment that you pronounce you will be judged, and the measure you give will be the measure you get. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, "Let me take the speck out of your eye," when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye.

THE MYTH OF SISYPHUS BY A. CAMUS / 3


It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me...

A face that toils so close to stones is already stone itself! I see that man going back dawn with a heavy yet measured step toward the torment of which he never will know the end. That hour like a breathing-space which returns as surely as his suffering, that is the hour of consciousness. At each of those moments when he leaves the heights and gradually sinks toward the lairs of the gods, he is superior to his fate. He is stronger than his rock.

If this myth is tragic, that is because its hero is conscious. Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him? The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and his fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious. Sisyphus, proletarian of the gods, powerless and rebellious, knows the whole extent of his wretched condition: it is what he thinks of during his descent. The lucidity that was to constitute his torture at the same time crowns his victory.
There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.

If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow, it can also take place in joy.
This word is not too much.
Again I fancy Sisyphus returning toward his rock, and the sorrow was in the beginning. When the images of earth cling too tightly to memory, when the call of happiness becomes to insistent, it happens that melancholy rises in man's heart: this is the rock's victory, this is the rock itself.
These are our nights of Gethsemane...

But crushing truths perish from being acknowledged.

I wish you all a good new week!

Samstag, Dezember 17, 2005

THE WOMAN DIRECTOR, DJ CHEN, FROM TAIWAN


Boys Just Wanna Have Fun:

An Interview with DJ Chen

by APA A/V Team

DJ Chen is the 24-year-old director of Formula 17, a delightful gay romantic comedy that struck gold in Taiwan's box office last year. APA asks her about her background, her comedic influences, and her experience inadvertantly offending some governments and not really caring.

A young woman director making a romantic comedy about gay boys. A lot of people seem to ask her -- why? But if you're going for light-hearted, innocent entertainment and targeting the female demographic, it makes total sense. Two male leads to stare at, instead of one. Boy-on-boy action gives the illusion of freshness and uniqueness, but you get to follow the frilly formula that we pretend we love to hate, but really, we just hate that we love. As gay males, the characters have intrinsic flair. You get both the adorable, sensitive guy and the magnetic, bad-boy charmer. And while both guys are equally and ridiculously clueless, they can get away with it, because, let's face it, girls adore gay guys and will forgive them for anything. Gay guys epitomize the notion of harmless fun, and they can always be counted on to provide a lift in spirits -- much like the purpose of a romantic comedy. A young woman director making a romantic comedy about gay boys? Sounds like a perfect fit to me.

FORMULA 17 / A FUNNY GAY FILM DIRECTED BY DJ CHEN , A YOUNG CHINESE WOMAN FROM TAIWAN


DJ Chen's film, "Formula 17" is a persiflage of Gay Porno films and of Chinese commercial films. The result is a funny gay story which is also a little bit dramatic. It's a film without any participation of any woman and without any gay-porno-scenes ...

It's the lovestory between Tien, a 17 years old student coming from the province, who is dreaming of the great love and Bai, a 31 years old gay playboy, who prefers only one-night-stands after being dissapointed once by his first boyfriend ... but now Bai falls in love again with the innocent Tien ... Though it isn't so easy as it seems, for true love demands more than simple sex ... after "the first night" they break up ... but with the result that both of them are lonlier now than before, separated by their "harmed proudness" ... but their common friends try untiringly to bring them together agian :-)

At the moment of "the happy end" Tien says to his beloved Bai:


" Oh, my feet are aching! "

And Bai replies:

" I'll carry you! "

At the first moment the film seems to be superficial for DJ Chen is using some elements of slap stick comedies, of shrill queer stories and of the Peking opera but it isn't ... it is only the film version of a nice Gay Fairy Tale which I should like to recommend to all of you :-)

Donnerstag, Dezember 15, 2005

TOMORROW NIGHT I'LL GO TO CINEMA AFTER A LONG TIME ::: I'LL SEE " FORMULA 17 "


About the film:

From Taiwan comes the wonderfully campy and critically acclaimed Formula 17, where the bookish, cute and quite gay 17-year-old Tien-Tsai heads from his small town to Taipei for the summer. Once in the big city, his childhood friend Yu tries to arrange for Tien-Tsai to lose his virginity, only to be confounded by Tien-Tsai's avowal that he must be in love first. Yu, drag queen CC, and fitness club manager Alan arrange for a variety of sexual encounters, all of which Tien-Tsai eschews (his favorite book is "Love Is a Kind of Faith"). Instead, Tien-Tsai falls for the notorious Taipei gay playboy Bai, who has an emotional luggage caravan of intimacy issues - and is infamous for his penchant for one-night stands. What's a cute boy to do? Will Tien-Tsai end up as another of Bai's one-night stands, or will Bai be able to articulate his feelings of love?

Director D.J. Chen juggles comedy and angst like a circus pro, Tony Yang is convincing as the lovestruck Tien-Tsai, and Chin King steals the show as the hilarious gossip queen Yu. (English, Mandarin and Cantonese with English subtitles)

Dienstag, Dezember 13, 2005

IT'S TIME FOR A PRAYER BEFORE SANTA CLAUS WILL MEET US AGAIN


The President's Prayer.

Oh Lord, I have rained fire and steel on a people who did me no harm.
I have torn the limbs from children.
I have killed babies in their mother's arms.
And I pumped my arm in the air and said, "Feels good?"

Oh Lord, I have taken the People's Treasury
and poured it into the coffers of my friends.
I have laid debt on their children for generations to come.

I have squandered all the wealth the people laid up for their sick
and poor and aged.
And I have lied to the people, telling them this was good.

Oh Lord, I am filling the airs with evil smokes
that will cause the people to sicken and die.
I shall permit my friends to make the rivers laden
with poisons from their works.
And the people shall drink of these waters
and sicken and die.

Oh Lord, I ask you to forgive me,
for I know they never will.

Sonntag, Dezember 11, 2005

THE MYTH OF SISYPHUS BY A. CAMUS / 2


It is said also that Sisyphus, being near to death, rashly wanted to test his wife's love :
He ordered her to cast his unburied body into the middle of the public square ...

Siysphus woke up in the underworld. And there, annoyed by an obedience so contrary to human love, he obtained from Pluto permission to return to earth in order to chastise his wife.

But when he had seen again the face of this world, enjoyed water and sun, warm stones and the sea, he no longer wanted to go back to the infernal darkness. Recalls, signs of anger, warnings were of no avail. Many years more he lived facing the curve of the gulf, the sparkling sea, and the smiles of earth. A decree of the gods was necessary. Mercury came and seized the impudent man by the collar and, snatching him from his joys, led him forcibly back to the underworld, where his rock was ready for him.

You have already grasped that Sisyphus is the absurd hero. He is, as much through his passions as through his torture. His scorn of the gods, his hatred of death, and his passion for life won him that unspeakable penalty in which the whole being is exerted toward accomplishing nothing. This is the price that must be paid for the passions of this earth.

Nothing is told us about Sisyphus in the underworld. Myths are made for the imagination to breathe life into them.

As of this myth, one sees merely the whole effort of a body straining to raise the hudge stone, to roll it and push it up a slope a hundred times over; one sees the face screwed up, the cheek tight against the stone, the shoulder bracing the clay-covered mass, the foot wedging it, the fresh start with arms outstretched, the wholly human security of two earth-clotted hands. At the very end of his long effort measured by skyless space and time without depth, the purpose is achieved. Then Sisyphus watches the stone rush down in a few moments toward that lower world whence he will have to push it up again toward the summit. He goes back down to the plain.

It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me.

(to be continued next Sunday)

I wish you all a great new week without any Christmas-Stress ;-)

Samstag, Dezember 10, 2005

OK! LET'S GO SANTA CLAUS & RUDOLPH REINDEER ;-)






You know Dasher and Dancer
And Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid
And Donner and Blitzen.
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all?
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
Had a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows.
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Play in any reindeer games.
Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say,
"Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
Then all the reindeer loved him.
And they shouted out with glee,
"Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
You'll go down in history!"

(by Robert L. May, 1939 )

Mittwoch, Dezember 07, 2005

IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS


Why the "Christian world" is celebrating Christmas:

St. Luke, Chapter 18,18-23:

And a certain ruler asked him, saying, Good Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?

And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? none is good, save one, that is, God.

Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, honour thy father and thy mother.

And he said, All these have I kept from my youth up.


Now when Jesus heard these things, he said unto him, Yet lackest thou one thing: sell all that thou hast, and distribute unto the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, follow me.


And when he heard this, he was very sorrowful: for he was very rich.

http://www.hrw.org/doc/?t=usa_gitmo

Sonntag, Dezember 04, 2005

THE MYTH OF SISYPHUS by A. CAMUS / 1


::: taken from the book "The Myth of Sisiphus and Other Essays" translated from the French by JUSTIN O'BRIEN :::


The Gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.
If one believes Homer, Sisyphus was the wisest and most prudent of mortals. According to another tradition, however, he was disposed to practice the profession of highwayman. I see no contradiction in this. opinions differ as to the reasons why he became futile laborer of the underworld.

To begin with, he is accused of a certain levity in regards to the gods. He stole their secrets.

Aegina, the daughter of Aesopus, was carried off by Jupiter. The father was shocked by that disappearance and complained to Sisyphus. He, who knew of the abduction, offered to tell about it on condition that Aesopus would give water to the citadel of Corinth. To the celestial thunderbolts he preferred the benediction of water. He was punished for this in the underworld. Homer tells us also that Sisyphus had put Death in chains. Pluto could not endure the sight of his deserted, silent empire. He dispatched the god of war, who liberated Death from the hands of her conqueror.

It is said also that Sisyphus, being near to death, rashly wanted to test his wife's love ...


(to be continued next Sunday)

I wish you all a good new week,

Castor

Samstag, Dezember 03, 2005

MY SON JOHANNES AND ME TWO YEARS AGO

Freitag, Dezember 02, 2005

MY SISYPHUS


The motives for this picture:

The difficulties which I had with my ex wife - already before our divorce - began anew when she got married a second time.

Now she attempted to deliver her hatred for me on the back of our son, Johannes ... but I looked through her bad game very soon. I saw that she attempted to hurt me by hurting him because she knew very well that between Johannes and me existed a deep obligation.

So one day I had to go even to the youth office in order to achieve that the maltreatment with whicht Johannes was misfired by the second man of his mother could be stopped.

Then when Johannes had got his majority at the age of 18 he married his new girlfriend because he longed for a family live which he had not gotten in the house of his mother.

When he was twenty he and his wife got a sweat daughter who was called Carina and finally I was really happy that Johannes began to forget the bad time of his childhood and his youth... But when Carina was three years old, she got Encephalitis, caused by a Herpes Virus so that she is mentally disabled since that time. The only syllable, she is able to pronounce, is: rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

The last words which little Carina said to her father have been: "Good night, daddy!"

So it happened that we were confronted with one of the absurdities of life.

The fate of Sisyphus had slammed.