Das Pferdes

The Natural History Museum is somewhere I always go to in a new city. I love the stuffed animals, with their probing eyes, stuck somewhere between imperial colonisation and the virtual reality of Youtube clips of wildlife so freely available. Who comes to learn about animals and dinosaurs and extinct birds here now?

It's snowing relentlessly here. No sooner has the day's flakes turned ice and lethal, does fresh feathers of The Snow Queen's pillows drift silently down.

Berlin has scenes aplenty of proper European-city proportion. Ramping down the shutter speed seems to make pictures seem bleached out and distant. Or it could be the F-stop. In the words Jimmy Rabbitte, I'm fucked if I know.

Debut Prost

Out my window in Friedrichshain

Hello all.

I arrived in Berlin on Saturday. I'm here for a couple of months to take part in an artist's residency, which involves the development of some of my more realistic artistic projects (life size banana-men just can't be done sometimes).

Berliner Observations so far:

1. It's cold.

2. You can smoke in the pubs.

3. The beer is ridiculously good and cheap.

4. It's really really cold.

I reassure myself that those famous artists from the past garnered their best ideas in bars and cafes, teasing out the roots of expression through a fug of absinthe and pretentious waffle.

I may not have the absinthe (yet), but I'm getting there. Now I must go stroke my moustache in a Weimar way.