the birth of the imagineers part2.

13. Guns'n arms of the theatrical "fare wells"
tnx for the small one cutie

14. "someone" through her eyes
-semi-automatic portrait

15. Remakes of sheer happynes (on the anniversary of stolen momments

"the only book published in more copies than the bible is the IKEA catalogue. We used to read pornography than it was the catalogues... Now we have the internet and our heart-held ithems

all moments are real if not differently noted

"the birth of imagineers"

the following text is written in two languages. The one that we speak and the one we understand. Certain things might be missunderstood.

»rojstvo imagineer-jev« spomini iz predala


» It doesn't hurt if it's not love, and it's not love if it's not electric... this makes Nikola tesla Don Juan«

danaja

someones quest into the drawer as the new mirror (sory alice) no Narnia just pure math.

The exhibition from the drawer is devided int 3 parts:

-hot (L) + plus -skyhigh-

-cold (N) – minus -empty-

-earth (O) ¤ zemlja -reality-

This first part is called hot. As for the memories that were there before their time. Something beautiful and pure. Wich made me feel as a little child going through grandpas drawers, discovering old black and white photos with funny faces, and the little moments from our-(someones) life



all the three parts are dedicated to the inventor of the moving ray img. Strazhar and the other theoretical cosmonauts
and her...

"i allways thought that memorries come on a black background"
danaja







the first part, as all free of them is built in a format that can be explained with the use of a simple math formula:

2 + 13 = 15 X 2 = 30 + 15 = 45
45 X 2 = 90
90 - (2 X ( 1)) = 88
______________________________

note: all numbers that were used have a mithical explanation

" I'm made the destroyer of my worlds "

(danaja on the quote by Robert Oppenheiner-first detonation of an A-bomb)



4. Wannabe society (artificial fake plastic love for the state (and the love for coffe (with her)))



5. a bunch of fake money and two audi signs
(shick)



6. "v sobi 10(sta)2" J. Plestenjak
(randition of the traditional slovene song by j. plestenjak)

parody of the fake moments on the radio)

"I'm going to sing a few songs from my pictures"
(m. dietrich)




7. " Let me call my commies "
( primordial american RAP slang)
or how guerilla pop developed over-seas.
[tiho-zhitje] silent-crop-je



8. growing up to as a "jim morrison wonnabe"james douglas morrison





9. rasist
"angry by mistake"
(and than they call us nazis)
NSSAP-danaja





!0. Wienerschule
and other balkan costumes and habbits





11. Bizhoterija [bijoutery] the small things we live behind



12. "Traveling to there and back only on the wings of our dreams"
danaja

two gas bills and an open mind

the birth of the imagineers

»rojstvo imagineer-jev« spomini iz predala


» It doesn't hurt if it's not love, and it's not love if it's not electric... this makes Nikola tesla Don Juan«

danaja


Tokrat samo spomini na trenutke. Zive slike podob vtisnjenih v mozhgane na chrno ozadje pozabe. Torej spomini predstavljeni na internetu, ker vemo, da vas na otvoritev dosti nebi prishl(a). Tuji spomini iz udobnosti lastnega stola in varnosti lastnega doma. Posvecheno njej in izumitelju skeniranih spominov g. strazharju, ki sta omogochila nastanek sekcije imagineer-jev znotraj danaje

Razstava bo razdeljena na tri dele:

-hot (L) + plus -skyhigh-

-cold (N) – minus -empty-

-earth (O) ¤ zemlja -reality-

Prva se bo zgodila 27.5.2010 0b 19.00 na naslovih:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/danaja-org/314432324040?ref=ts
http://danaja-org.blogspot.com

na obeh naslovih bodo na dan razstave tudi informacije in texti povezani z razstavo samo


»the birth of imagineers« memories from a drawer


» It doesn't hurt if it's not love, and it's not love if it's not electric... this makes Nikola tesla Don Juan«

danaja


This time it's just memories stolen from everyday moments. Live immages imprinted in your brainn on the black background of the fear to forget and being forgotten. Memories from the comfort of your own rocking chair in the security of your own home. Dedicated to her and the inventor of the scenned memories img. Strazhar.

The exhibition is devided into 3 parts:

-hot (L) + plus -skyhigh-

-cold (N) – minus -empty-
-earth (O) ¤ zemlja -reality-

The opening of the first one is going to be on the 27.5.2010 at 19.00 +1GMTon the following addresses:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/danaja-org/314432324040?ref=ts
http://danaja-org.blogspot.com

on the same addresses u'll be able to read more about the exhibition and the reasons for it.

laibach

"Ever since man climbed on to his back legs, and took his first faltering steps, he has been driven to move, by a primordial longing for space. The beauty of the starlit heaven balanced his fear of the dark. But the harmony of heaven and earth only holds if man looks up to the stars without wanting to grasp them in his hands. When he cannot reach the stars, he turns his anger on his neighbours. In the fists he wields weapons of terror to protect his family. He wages war for territory, for fire, food and fuel. From the rise and fall of Rome to now, the struggle for survival is unceasing. No sooner is one conflict resolved than another one begins. For every relatively bloodless revolution, like the birth of Slovenia, there's a bloodbath, like Sarajevo."

Laibach "a film from Slovenia"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FU7rEkryv8

row row row the boat...
round and round she goes...
oh shiny turbine

in memory...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FU7rEkryv8

in the mean time...

listening to these songs while working on the next project... i would never even dream of saying it better...

"I remember a girl so very well
The carnival drums all mad in the air
Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell
O where do we go now but nowhere

In a colonial hotel we fucked up the sun
And then we fucked it down again
Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down
Going round and round to nowhere

The kitten that padded and purred on my lap
Now swipes at my face with the paw of a bear
I turn the other cheek and you lay into that
O where do we go now but nowhere...

...Around the duck pond we grimly mope
Gloomily and mournfully we go rounds again
And one more doomed time and without much hope
Going round and around to nowhere...

...If I could relive one day of my life
If I could relive just a single one
You on the balcony, my future wife
O who could have known, but no one


O wake up, my love, my lover make up
O wake up, my love, my lover make up"

N.Cave and the bad seeds "Where do we go now but nowhere"

"Please forgive me
(it's impossible to say)
if I appear unkind
(it's impossible to know)
but any fool can tell you,
it's all in your mind

Down in the meadow,
the old lion stirred
as his hands cross his mouth,
he has no use for word

Poor little girl,
with your hands full of snow.
Poor little girl,
'had no way to know.
But you've got me eatin'
you've got me eatin' out
you've got me eatin'
right outta your hands

[Incomprehensible]
Or the frozen field
And the hollyhocks hang harmlessly
And the old lion kneels

But you've got me eatin'
you've got me eatin'
you've got me eatin' right outta your hands"

N.Cave and the bad seeds "little ghost song"