Gemäldeur

IVH3 PAINTINGS
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I AM
NOT
GOOD
ENOUGH
WORLDY

Gemäldeur = Neue Definition für Maler

Gebt "Maler" in eine Internet- Suchmaschine ein.

Gemäldeur

Ancient-Giant-Worldy-VS-The-Flood-By-IVH
Underwater-Worldy-By-IVH3
Inspector-Sina-In-Heaven-By-IVH3
InspectorSina+MagicalForrest-By-IVH3
Worldys-Billard-Cave-By-IVH3
wrong-cave-worldy-By-IVH3
super-giant-invisible.who...By-IVH3
Pictures-By-IVH3
Worldy-On-Tour-By-IVH3
wolki-at-wolke7-By-IVH3
SusanneIsNotWorthIt-By-IVH3
present-By-IVH3
Unlimited Tearfalls-By-IVH3
Selfportrait-by-IVH3
Inside-The-Magic-Egg-By-IVH3
Inside-the-Magic-Egg.tear-one
Tear-Erotic-By-IVH3
Perspektive-By-IVH3
Tearbirth on worldy_By-IVH3

                                                   This exhibition is named after the Star of it               

 

                                                             - Worldy -

Worldy: Aka VIMOSA Groundkeeper. 2015 it was just one, Worldy-1.0 "The fat One", who naturally at some point became the star of my Paintings. Over the years the family grew, my lifesavers (by ideas and drive), now star of many arts. 

Cloudy, the initiator for art-academy-plans i had: is my former best friend, who sadly died in end 2014. We wanted to study art together. Without his words "You can achieve anything, never give up" i wouldnt be here anymore. Without him, there would be no paintings. He believed in me like nobody else. Visit him in the same-named Room in VIMOSA - there is an incredible new project, a series "Cloudy 7", his life in heaven, where now other deceased real life people join him.

Worldy: Aka "VIMOSA Hausmeister". 2015 war es nur einer, Worldy-1.0 "The fat One", der irgendwann ganz von selbst Star der Gemälde-Auststellung wurde. Über die Jahre wuchs die Familie, meine Lebensretter (durch Ideen und Antrieb), nun Stars vieler Kunstformen.

Cloudy, der Ursprung für Kunsthochschul-pläne: Ist mein ehemaliger bester Freund, der seit Ende 2014 leider nicht mehr lebt. Wir wollten gemeinsam studieren. Ohne seine damaligen Worte "Du kannst alles schaffen, gib niemals auf", wäre ich nicht mehr hier. Er glaubte an mich wie niemand sonst. Besucht ihn im gleichnamigen Raum im VIMOSA - dort gibt es ein neues unglaubliches Projekt, eine Serie "Cloudy 7", sein Leben im Himmel, in dem ihm nun weitere verstorbene Menschen beiwohnen.

                                            Wann entstanden die Gemälde ?

Die meisten entstanden alle ca. zwischen August und Oktober 2017, in meiner aller ersten und leider einzigen intensiven Marathon-Session, als Resultat geplanter Rebellion gegen Diskriminierung, nachdem ich das zweite Mal von der Kunsthochschule unverstanden aussortiert wurde. Ich plante eine ungenehmigte Ausstellung auf dessen "Schulhof"... die niemals zustande kam, da ich so gut wie keine Möglichkeiten hatte all die Bilder zu transportieren - Zudem wollte ich nicht, dass sie zu Schaden kommen, dazu liegen sie mir zu sehr am Herzen, besonders Worldy.

                            When were the paintings created ?

Most of the Paintings were created between August and October 2017, during my first and sadly only intense marathon-session, as the result of planed rebellion against discrimination, after I was rejected for the second time by the arts-academy without them ever understood my first application at all (magic box - read all about this in the free book "Evolution - Imperfect" that you can find as PDF in the Eggy-Movement room). So i planed an unauthorized exhibition on their schoolyard... that never happened because of no possibility for me to transport all the paintings. And I dindnt want to damage them, because they are my heart, especially Worldy.

I imagined bad human behavior going down on that schoolyard.

I was once there, asked a prof. a question how to get in earlier, maybe for especially gifted (it was summer, application started spring, and, if accepted, semester would have started next winter = 1,5 years. I was age 24, while at age 25 financial support (called "Bafög") ends, when you have to take a fulltime job to be able to afford rents and studying - thats how unprivileged have to do it, that's why there are barely any unprivileged students!). She, the Prof. didnt answer, just gave me instant intense-eyes "HOW DARE YOU TO THINK YOU'RE GIFTED!" and walked away. I was shocked! I was a former homeless and these are the moments when i felt that need to escape system so strong. I simply asked an innocent question and i am not worth an answer, just instant exclusion, she hated me, didnt want me there.

I applied 4 years in a row, age 26,27,28,29 (all years it was  literally suicide to apply due to no financial-support... i still tried it for my deceased best friend. Its all in the book "Evolution - Imperfect")

                                                  Wie entstanden die Bilder ?

Unter Schmerzen, körperlich wie seelisch. Jedoch auch unter neuartigem Antrieb einer verborgenen kreativen Welt, die entdeckt werden musste. Immer wenn ich Geld für eine Leinwand, oder einen Leinwand-Karton auftreiben konnte, starrte ich diese an, manchmal Stunden lang, gar die ganze Nacht, während sich Szene für Szene in meinen Gedanken darauf abspielte. Blöderweise muss man sich irgendwann für eine Version entscheiden und ans Werk gehen, mitten im Film! Ab diesem Punkt stand immer sehr viel Arbeit bevor, 10-20 Stunden am Tag. Doch die ersten 4 Wochen flogen einfach so un-einfach an mir vorbei.

Da ich die Ausstellung auf dem Hof der Diskriminierer aber richtig einschlagen lassen wollte, brauchte ich mehr Bilder, viel mehr - Und somit auch mehr Geld... Dabei kann man schnell depressiv werden, wenn man immer und immer wieder an Grenzen stößt, nur weil man sich weder Leinwände, noch Farben, noch hochwertige Pinsel leisten kann, wissend, dass alles was man mit seinen Mittel erreichen kann, zu minderwertiger Qualität führen wird, die schon kurz darauf durch Licht, Zeit und Staub schwindet. Und besonders die ausfallenden Haare der Billigpinsel, trieben mich oft in den Wahnsinn, da es nahe zu unmöglich ist diese aus der feuchten Farbe zu entfernen, ohne den Bereich zu verunstalten. Und bei besonders detailreichen Bildern wie "Future Selfportrait", sind diese Vorkommnisse fatal! Doch das ausstrahlenden Glück, das entstand wenn ein Werk vollendet war, in all der Unperfektion, war unbezahlbar. Starrte ich vorher Stunden lang ins nichts der leeren Leinwand, so starrte ich nach Fertigstellung Tage lang darauf - Ich war jünger, es hat die Welt für mich bedeutet. Zudem dachte ich, dass ich endlich etwas hervorgebracht hätte, dass für andere so klar auf einen Blick zu erkennen ist, dass es mir Wert als Künstler und Mensch vermachen würde...

dachte... Aber das hier ist die falsche Welt. Die richtige, die versuche ich mit VIMOSA zu erschaffen.

                        IVH3

                                       How did I create the Paintings ?

Under pain, physical as soul. But as well with a new drive for a hidden creative world, which had to be discovered. Whenever I had money for a Canvas, I  stared at the blank one, sometimes hours, sometimes the entire night, while scenes in my thoughts where running over it. Unfortunately at some point I had to start working:D Its really funny fact how intense my imagination works. Its like having to start to work in the middle of a movie, who wants to do that??? You wanna watch and relax and enjoy. So I started at somepoint, facing the decision which Version I wann to go with, on which always followed alot of work, 10-20 hours a day. But the first 4 weeks just passed by. But for the sake of a big Into-Your-Face-Exibition, I had to create more paintings, and more... which required more money as well! Thats the point when you get depressed very fast, when you reach the limit of your possibilitys, just because you cant afford canvas, paint and good brushes, knowing that everything you are going to create is minor quality anyways, which starts fading soon by light, time and dust. Especially the lose brushhairs often drove me insane, because it was impossible to get them out of the dry paint without ruining a part. Especially in detailed paintings like the "Future Selfportrait" it was fatal. BUT the  out-streaming happyness raised by finishing a piece, in all the unperfectness, was priceless. Before the process I stared for hours, afterward for days - I was younger, It meant the world to me, and i thought I finally came up with something so clearly to see for others, that it would give me value as artist and human... I thought that... but this is a wrong world. The right world i am trying to build with VIMOSA.

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                                                                  IVH3

Iso (IVH3)                                                                                                                                                                                                                     3-7-2019

 

Future Selfportrait. (greenscreen)

50 x 60 cm

Ancient Giant Worldy VS The Flood

Ancient-Giant-Worldy-VS-The-Flood-By-IVH

100 x 70 cm

NEW

Underwater-Worldy

Underwater-Worldy-By-IVH3.JPG

50 x 60 cm

Inspector in Heaven

Inspector-Sina-In-Heaven-By-IVH3.JPG

50 x 60 cm

NEW

Inspector & the magical forrest

Inspector-Sina-By-IVH3.JPG

50 x 60 cm

IT SHELL FADE

This is the greates masterpiece I could have ever created & secret puzzlepiece to all my storys, its an original "PAIN-TING"

Most-Painful-Picture-In-History-Of-All-A

Leinwand auf Karton (canvas-plate) 50 x 60 cm

Price 1000000 Euro

You pay for what you dont know. You pay for the geatest pain on and off canvas ever frozen. I will give alot of the money to poor!

VIMOSA

is not a place

for selling.

This PAINting

is an exeption

for reasons.

Unlimited Tearfalls

3D-By-IVH3.JPG

50 x 60 cm

I whish I were Worldy

Pictures-By-IVH3.JPG

50 x 60 cm

Wrong Cave Worldy !!!

wrong-cave-worldy-By-IVH3.JPG

100 x 70 cm

Worldy's Billiard Cave

Worldys-Billard-Cave-By-IVH3.JPG

100 x 70 cm

Ancient Giant Worldy VS The Core

super-giant-invisible.who...By-IVH3.JPG

100 x 70 cm

NEW

Perspektive

Perspektive2-By-IVH3.JPG

50 x 60 cm

Inside the Magic Egg

Inside-The-Magic-Egg-By-IVH3.JPG

80 x 60 cm

Inside the Magic Egg - Tear One

Inside-the-Magic-Egg.tear-one.JPG

50 x 60 cm

Tear-Erotic

TearErotic-By-IVH3.JPG

50 x 60 cm

Tear-birth

Tearbirth on worldy_By-IVH3.JPG

50 x 60 cm

Wolki at Cloud 7

wolki-at-wolke7-By-IVH3.JPG

50 x 60 cm

Finished !

 
SusanneIsNotWorthIt-By-IVH3.JPG

100 x 70 cm

suicide

                                            The Journey to the Center of Art

 

It all started Summer 2014, when Cloudy convinced me of his dream studying at thearts-academy. I was'nt a painter yet, but I was In! Sadly he died a few month later, christma. Shortly after, I was dying myself because of sudden mysterious-illness (The mystery was revealed some day. it's in the free book  in the eggy-movement room, great to read in between daylie life, since its all short storys telling one unbelieveable big story). I had to starve to survive, nobody helped me, everyone used my natural resulted weakness against me, i was labeled right away and became victim of ongoing and sadly everlasting crimes - labels remain and rule over an unprivileged for life, there is no way to prove reality even when proving absolute reality,

all credibility is revoked, including human rights, so even prove becomes "Ya-ya, the crazy guy claiming things again, we all know, ya-ya" and they simple ignore it, words, actual prove on paper, nobody cares about a crazy piece of shht they see.

But despite all circumstances I still kept trying to get accapted at the Art-Acadamy, for Cloudy, to honor  his dreams.

Since in the beginning of my applications i wasnt a painter yet - never painted before because i couldnt afford it - I created for my first application something different, lowest budget, but highest creativity, something never been done in history of all art-applications. And something like that was never done before, because it required courage, which students applying never have, they just apply here and there with things within the cage for the mind, and yet i hear them all claim how they think out of the box and stuff like that - but to think out of the box, that means in reality "out of the  zone of identification for the eyes judging the application", which could never work, unless there is true magic involded.

Now i leave the rest to be found out in the book i meantioned, which is the english version of what was supposed to be my 5th application (one is usually only allowed to apply 3 times/3 years), a book called "The Journey to the Center of Arts Academy". Yet this book, which is full of illustrations such as you can see in the Cloudy room or in the Souvenirs room, it was too good, meant too much to me to be handed to them, into hands of discriminators, people who watch other people die and make a selection for only privileged people living all in a small box, that dont need them to think out of, because its save, its theire own world the masses can never enter, the box is shaped like a castle and has power like one, yet in reality, its small! While we, the little people, we are gigantic.

So: after I "failed" Cloudys dream to go to the arts acadamy, I still paradoxly achieved more than I ever could have in arts and in life - Look at VIMOSA!

And i know my best friend, if he could see this in person, all i created, he would be freaking out at all times and actually, i would be a star, because he was my biggest fan and was making sure i get the portion of attention i deserved, while he knew me before i wrote books, painted, created a gigantic lifeswork in every direction of art.

He was the best person i knew, a person truely caring and acting, not talking, he opened all doors for me he could and it was the only time when my life was truly easier, when things changed, things i would have never experienced, because i would have just stayed the person living outside of the box... He saw me, appreciated me, he was my biggest fan, as i was his.

BESIDES ARTS ACADEMY DISCRIMINATION...

During all these years trying to save my life and find integration, i evolved intensely to do things never meant for an unprivileged. I wrote book after book, my masterpieces, magic!

By the time represented by the painting "Finished!" I had finished 6 books, but i was about to lose the roof over my head, had to beg on the streets - And she knew and simply watched me die.

She watched me grow older in poverty and sickness: We met when I was 27... 28.... 29... and we would have met with 30, if she would'nt have insisted that I stop trying to save my life at hers (publishing house), the only publisher ever at least talked to me, because of  pure luck the day I reached the beach, where she coincidentally walked along, suddenly so confused by seeing an up-standing fish for the first time in her life, that she ordered the men in black suits and sunglasses not to shoot me - "for now". 

But she shot anyways, with eyes and words: "I shouldnt be talking to such like you",  among "hahaha", "You'll never make it", "Not seeing you at any beach".

And yeah she was right, cause she knows her scene best, they all laughed about me as well, not ever reading any one of my manuscripts.

She took time to fly over 1 sentence of my very first works with her discriminating filter, that wouldnt allow a miracle of an up-standing fish to come true even when she witnessed it with her own eyes: she knew I am a legastenic reading-writing-handicaped, who barely made school because of that disability, and she didnt even consider to give it a chance, but reminded me in E-mails of her painful shot words the day at the beach.

But I kept writing, kept evolving, kept using my potential against all odds in every direction, in absolutely every direction.

I hope you enjoy the first place ever made by one of us, the losers - I was tortured, now the torture ends, also for you, this is the place that changes everything. There are no more castles, maybe they exist, but so small that nobody will look at ever again - we are done with you, the criminals, we made it, we are independed :)

 

Please read/consider about donations (the donation-concept itself can change the world) if you want me to paint more paintings. At the moment in poverty i cant afford colours and canvas, its really expensive. I have a vision for new paintings, and i am waiting for years to get there. Every saved every cent i had over for years, to buy a little action cam and a microphone - thats how youtube vimosa came true.

Thanks for reading, listening, sharing, caring, loving!

 

Iso