Flying (29 Palms, CA, scene Oxana and Hans), 9 pieces, 50cm x 60cm each, Edition of 5, C-Prints mounted on aluminum Installation

'Flying' (Stage of Consciousness) from the '29 Palms, CA', project, 2008, 9 pieces (each 50x62cm) plus wall text and music, piece installed all included ca. 300x320cm, analog C-Prints printed on Fuji Crystal Archive Paper, hand-printed by the artist, based on 9 Polaroids, signed on verso, artist Inventory No. 7867.01 This piece is mounted on Aluminum with matte UV-Protection. Text: One dream I have always seems to be the same Flying - Flying -without wings or on a cloud no engine to make a sound just gliding loosely sliding through the air not a sound not a care unaware not even knowing where I am going (just)Flying Flying .....no plane or car or jumbo jet can take me flying to a space like that(flying flying)so Ill keep dreaming from right up herein the sky that I'm flying(so Ill keep dreaming) from right up here in the sky- so Ill keep dreaming -that Im flying (song and lyrics by Max Sharam) Year Created: 2007 Offered is a piece from the project: 29 Palms, CA 29 PALMS, CA is a feature film / art piece that explores and chronicles the dreams and fantasies of a group of individuals who live in a trailer community in the Californian desert. The world depicted in the film is inspired by the photographs of German artist Stefanie Schneider in that it combines the notions of reality and fantasy and explores the resonance of both within a desert landscape and a transient culture. The characters portrait in the film, (an actress, a singer, a DJ, a motel owner and his wife, a US army soldier, a mystic a princess, a recluse, a movie ticket seller, two hitchhikers, a doctor, and so on), are to be played by both actors and non-actors. The story is constructed through the interpretation of real life communications (i.e. phone calls, emails, conversations) that have taken place as the individuals depicted in the story try to make sense of events that have occurred in real life. In this sense the story is, in part, a biography and social commentary, and the characters are the exaggerated alter egos of the individuals who play them. Life Inside Pieces of Graffiti 
by Marc Foster
 Late afternoon, Hollywood Hills, August 14, 1996 – a birthday party. Heated Pool.  Blue lights surrounding it. It becomes night. It’s like a fancy hotel. People conversing, using language. Everyone hungry for a way of being with everyone else - the mournful, solitary howl of Hollywood stereo- types. It’s here that Marc meets Stefanie aka “Steffi”. We are seated across from each other at a table. She is wearing a very bright dress and speaking loudly, like someone who pulls a knife from their mouth that smells of roses. I was curious. We end up talking about the desert - how we both like to drive past the palm trees, waiting for the sun to come up.  We connect, we become friends, we remain friends. We both believe in foot kicking. Foot kicking harder. Foot kicking through doors. Dramas always dissolve. Thoughts disappear. Life eventually ends. Stefanie’s pictures though, her creative being, will stay behind - as a reminder of what it feels like to peer out different windows and into the intricate landscapes of a great artist. One meets so many characters in her pictures, many resemble images of rock groups, road signs or trade-marks. It’s as if these character’s performances aren't inside pieces of Graffiti.  All of her endings are unstable, they spill over, they leak.  They change, chameleon like, in self-protection as we look at them. She is desert. Desert is quiet even though everything is resounding. There is no light except for the sun. She takes a picture, she is the picture... she looks at it and she is the star.  She is the light, she is the noise.  She is a true artist having to get from place to place through pure magic. An artist who exists through fragmented chunks of various stories.  Her stage is never divided:  Bottle crashing. Glass enactments of themselves but rather they exist as life breaking. Cursing. Screaming. Laughing. Head smashing. Crying. Hyperventilating. Long phone messages. Endless e-mails. Forgiving. Loving. Existing as a true friend. Her art is never divided.