Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
(A Poem by James Wright)

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind Duffy’s empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.









earth is a strange place, 2017
(project in development)

On May 20th 2017 at a fleamarket in Vienna, I stumbled upon five metal slide storage boxes with more than five hundred diapositives dated from 1958 to 1961.

After going through the process of removing the frames from the slides, cleaning, scanning and chronologically ordering, the diapositives turned out to be a documentation of research done by a group of extraterrestrials who, disguised as humans, traveled to earth in the early sixties in search for a habitable planet and documented their endeavour with an analogue camera and a journal titled 'earth is a strange place'.

After two years their research was completed and they left for their home planet.
Due to unforseen circumstances during their take off, they had to leave the exposed film and the journal behind.

This is a true story about the synthesis of realism and fiction, preconcieved opinions about the truth as well as the longing for belonging and reminiscing of a future past.