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Snap–15 Minutes of Fame (Wastelands) - 4 pieces, 2003
Edition 1/5, 105x100cm each, 220x220cm installed. 
Analog C-Prints, hand-printed by the artist on Fuji Crystal Archive Paper, matte surface, 
based on 4 expired original Polaroids.
Mounted on Aluminum with matte UV-Protection.
Signed on verso.

Exhibition of this piece:
Wastelands, Städtische Galerie, Waldkraiburg, Germany (S) // Wastelands, Zephyr, Mannheim, Germany (S) (catalog)  // 2007 Wastelands, Kunstverein Recklinghausen, Germany (S)

Publication:
WASTELANDS published by edition braus, Wachter Verlag, Heidelberg, 2006, monograph

Stars Dot the Sky
Essay for the Wastelands catalog
by Renée Chabria

When he left the small mining town in northern Colorado, he vowed to himself that he would never love again. Nadine was the only one who would know the secrets of his heart and any other woman who tried to love him would pay the price of the anguish he felt after loosing her. There was just no way around it—she was too god dam good to die but she did, one December night as they were returning home from a Christmas party. The road was slick and a semi truck tried to overtake a slow moving trailer—hit them head on. Simple—he made it out and she didn’t. It should have been him. He played the scene over and over in his head for months and could not understand why it had gone the way that it did. God always takes the good ones away.

After a year of wandering through a series of uneventful days that faded into lonely and desolate nights, he slowly awoke from his sleep. He looked around at the town that he grew up in and nothing looked the same. He felt an alarming detachment. He wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Instead he screamed inside and it echoed for days, swirling around in the vast emptiness inside. Then he did the only thing he could think of which was grab some clothes, a fifth of whiskey and his pistol. He gassed up his car and headed south for days…mountains giving way to valleys and finally exhausting themselves into the endless sea of the desert.



For the first time since the accident, he finally felt some peace.


He camped and hunted and regained some sense of the Randy that he once knew. It was a good thing too because any further toward the brink of darkness that was pulling him under and he might never have made it back…at least not whole.



One morning he decided to wander into the valley that was a couple of towns over. It was cool there, he imagined... and green, a nice change from the heat and sand. He loaded up his gear and started to drive... and when he reached the valley he was surprised. He never imagined that there could be so much color and life only a few miles away. He started to walk, unaware of himself. Unaware of time... just walking.


Underneath a big pine, he stopped to take a drink. As he lowered the bottle, he thought he saw the diaphanous shape of a girl disappear into the trees in front of him. He squinted and looked hard. Nothing. He decided that he’d been alone too long and was starting to see things. Then he saw her again. She cautiously stepped out of the woods and stood there, alongside a big oak—thin as a rail and hair all tangled and wild, wearing the slightest slip of a dress. He stood to get a better look and in response to his movement, she looked as though she might bolt. Instead, she stood her ground and seemed to gather her resolve looking him straight in the eye. It was more than he could understand. He had no recollection of how he ended up standing in front of her. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to his car. He looked in her eyes for a moment and then made love to her in both violent and tender gestures and with an intensity that he did not recognize in himself. 



When it was over, she merely curled up in his arms and they stared at the stars as they began to dot the sky, never saying a word. That was how they became lovers, sharing something that words never needed to justify.
Snap–15 Minutes of Fame (Wastelands) - 4 pieces, 2003
Edition 1/5, 105x100cm each, 220x220cm installed. 
Analog C-Prints, hand-printed by the artist on Fuji Crystal Archive Paper, matte surface, 
based on 4 expired original Polaroids.
Mounted on Aluminum with matte UV-Protection.
Signed on verso.

Exhibition of this piece:
Wastelands, Städtische Galerie, Waldkraiburg, Germany (S) // Wastelands, Zephyr, Mannheim, Germany (S) (catalog)  // 2007 Wastelands, Kunstverein Recklinghausen, Germany (S)

Publication:
WASTELANDS published by edition braus, Wachter Verlag, Heidelberg, 2006, monograph

Stars Dot the Sky
Essay for the Wastelands catalog
by Renée Chabria

When he left the small mining town in northern Colorado, he vowed to himself that he would never love again. Nadine was the only one who would know the secrets of his heart and any other woman who tried to love him would pay the price of the anguish he felt after loosing her. There was just no way around it—she was too god dam good to die but she did, one December night as they were returning home from a Christmas party. The road was slick and a semi truck tried to overtake a slow moving trailer—hit them head on. Simple—he made it out and she didn’t. It should have been him. He played the scene over and over in his head for months and could not understand why it had gone the way that it did. God always takes the good ones away.

After a year of wandering through a series of uneventful days that faded into lonely and desolate nights, he slowly awoke from his sleep. He looked around at the town that he grew up in and nothing looked the same. He felt an alarming detachment. He wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Instead he screamed inside and it echoed for days, swirling around in the vast emptiness inside. Then he did the only thing he could think of which was grab some clothes, a fifth of whiskey and his pistol. He gassed up his car and headed south for days…mountains giving way to valleys and finally exhausting themselves into the endless sea of the desert.



For the first time since the accident, he finally felt some peace.


He camped and hunted and regained some sense of the Randy that he once knew. It was a good thing too because any further toward the brink of darkness that was pulling him under and he might never have made it back…at least not whole.



One morning he decided to wander into the valley that was a couple of towns over. It was cool there, he imagined... and green, a nice change from the heat and sand. He loaded up his gear and started to drive... and when he reached the valley he was surprised. He never imagined that there could be so much color and life only a few miles away. He started to walk, unaware of himself. Unaware of time... just walking.


Underneath a big pine, he stopped to take a drink. As he lowered the bottle, he thought he saw the diaphanous shape of a girl disappear into the trees in front of him. He squinted and looked hard. Nothing. He decided that he’d been alone too long and was starting to see things. Then he saw her again. She cautiously stepped out of the woods and stood there, alongside a big oak—thin as a rail and hair all tangled and wild, wearing the slightest slip of a dress. He stood to get a better look and in response to his movement, she looked as though she might bolt. Instead, she stood her ground and seemed to gather her resolve looking him straight in the eye. It was more than he could understand. He had no recollection of how he ended up standing in front of her. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to his car. He looked in her eyes for a moment and then made love to her in both violent and tender gestures and with an intensity that he did not recognize in himself. 



When it was over, she merely curled up in his arms and they stared at the stars as they began to dot the sky, never saying a word. That was how they became lovers, sharing something that words never needed to justify.
Snap–15 Minutes of Fame (Wastelands) - 4 pieces, 2003
Edition 1/5, 105x100cm each, 220x220cm installed. 
Analog C-Prints, hand-printed by the artist on Fuji Crystal Archive Paper, matte surface, 
based on 4 expired original Polaroids.
Mounted on Aluminum with matte UV-Protection.
Signed on verso.

Exhibition of this piece:
Wastelands, Städtische Galerie, Waldkraiburg, Germany (S) // Wastelands, Zephyr, Mannheim, Germany (S) (catalog)  // 2007 Wastelands, Kunstverein Recklinghausen, Germany (S)

Publication:
WASTELANDS published by edition braus, Wachter Verlag, Heidelberg, 2006, monograph

Stars Dot the Sky
Essay for the Wastelands catalog
by Renée Chabria

When he left the small mining town in northern Colorado, he vowed to himself that he would never love again. Nadine was the only one who would know the secrets of his heart and any other woman who tried to love him would pay the price of the anguish he felt after loosing her. There was just no way around it—she was too god dam good to die but she did, one December night as they were returning home from a Christmas party. The road was slick and a semi truck tried to overtake a slow moving trailer—hit them head on. Simple—he made it out and she didn’t. It should have been him. He played the scene over and over in his head for months and could not understand why it had gone the way that it did. God always takes the good ones away.

After a year of wandering through a series of uneventful days that faded into lonely and desolate nights, he slowly awoke from his sleep. He looked around at the town that he grew up in and nothing looked the same. He felt an alarming detachment. He wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Instead he screamed inside and it echoed for days, swirling around in the vast emptiness inside. Then he did the only thing he could think of which was grab some clothes, a fifth of whiskey and his pistol. He gassed up his car and headed south for days…mountains giving way to valleys and finally exhausting themselves into the endless sea of the desert.



For the first time since the accident, he finally felt some peace.


He camped and hunted and regained some sense of the Randy that he once knew. It was a good thing too because any further toward the brink of darkness that was pulling him under and he might never have made it back…at least not whole.



One morning he decided to wander into the valley that was a couple of towns over. It was cool there, he imagined... and green, a nice change from the heat and sand. He loaded up his gear and started to drive... and when he reached the valley he was surprised. He never imagined that there could be so much color and life only a few miles away. He started to walk, unaware of himself. Unaware of time... just walking.


Underneath a big pine, he stopped to take a drink. As he lowered the bottle, he thought he saw the diaphanous shape of a girl disappear into the trees in front of him. He squinted and looked hard. Nothing. He decided that he’d been alone too long and was starting to see things. Then he saw her again. She cautiously stepped out of the woods and stood there, alongside a big oak—thin as a rail and hair all tangled and wild, wearing the slightest slip of a dress. He stood to get a better look and in response to his movement, she looked as though she might bolt. Instead, she stood her ground and seemed to gather her resolve looking him straight in the eye. It was more than he could understand. He had no recollection of how he ended up standing in front of her. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to his car. He looked in her eyes for a moment and then made love to her in both violent and tender gestures and with an intensity that he did not recognize in himself. 



When it was over, she merely curled up in his arms and they stared at the stars as they began to dot the sky, never saying a word. That was how they became lovers, sharing something that words never needed to justify.
Snap–15 Minutes of Fame (Wastelands) - 4 pieces, 2003
Edition 1/5, 105x100cm each, 220x220cm installed. 
Analog C-Prints, hand-printed by the artist on Fuji Crystal Archive Paper, matte surface, 
based on 4 expired original Polaroids.
Mounted on Aluminum with matte UV-Protection.
Signed on verso.

Exhibition of this piece:
Wastelands, Städtische Galerie, Waldkraiburg, Germany (S) // Wastelands, Zephyr, Mannheim, Germany (S) (catalog)  // 2007 Wastelands, Kunstverein Recklinghausen, Germany (S)

Publication:
WASTELANDS published by edition braus, Wachter Verlag, Heidelberg, 2006, monograph

Stars Dot the Sky
Essay for the Wastelands catalog
by Renée Chabria

When he left the small mining town in northern Colorado, he vowed to himself that he would never love again. Nadine was the only one who would know the secrets of his heart and any other woman who tried to love him would pay the price of the anguish he felt after loosing her. There was just no way around it—she was too god dam good to die but she did, one December night as they were returning home from a Christmas party. The road was slick and a semi truck tried to overtake a slow moving trailer—hit them head on. Simple—he made it out and she didn’t. It should have been him. He played the scene over and over in his head for months and could not understand why it had gone the way that it did. God always takes the good ones away.

After a year of wandering through a series of uneventful days that faded into lonely and desolate nights, he slowly awoke from his sleep. He looked around at the town that he grew up in and nothing looked the same. He felt an alarming detachment. He wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Instead he screamed inside and it echoed for days, swirling around in the vast emptiness inside. Then he did the only thing he could think of which was grab some clothes, a fifth of whiskey and his pistol. He gassed up his car and headed south for days…mountains giving way to valleys and finally exhausting themselves into the endless sea of the desert.



For the first time since the accident, he finally felt some peace.


He camped and hunted and regained some sense of the Randy that he once knew. It was a good thing too because any further toward the brink of darkness that was pulling him under and he might never have made it back…at least not whole.



One morning he decided to wander into the valley that was a couple of towns over. It was cool there, he imagined... and green, a nice change from the heat and sand. He loaded up his gear and started to drive... and when he reached the valley he was surprised. He never imagined that there could be so much color and life only a few miles away. He started to walk, unaware of himself. Unaware of time... just walking.


Underneath a big pine, he stopped to take a drink. As he lowered the bottle, he thought he saw the diaphanous shape of a girl disappear into the trees in front of him. He squinted and looked hard. Nothing. He decided that he’d been alone too long and was starting to see things. Then he saw her again. She cautiously stepped out of the woods and stood there, alongside a big oak—thin as a rail and hair all tangled and wild, wearing the slightest slip of a dress. He stood to get a better look and in response to his movement, she looked as though she might bolt. Instead, she stood her ground and seemed to gather her resolve looking him straight in the eye. It was more than he could understand. He had no recollection of how he ended up standing in front of her. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to his car. He looked in her eyes for a moment and then made love to her in both violent and tender gestures and with an intensity that he did not recognize in himself. 



When it was over, she merely curled up in his arms and they stared at the stars as they began to dot the sky, never saying a word. That was how they became lovers, sharing something that words never needed to justify.
Snap–15 Minutes of Fame (Wastelands) - 4 pieces, 2003
Edition 1/5, 105x100cm each, 220x220cm installed. 
Analog C-Prints, hand-printed by the artist on Fuji Crystal Archive Paper, matte surface, 
based on 4 expired original Polaroids.
Mounted on Aluminum with matte UV-Protection.
Signed on verso.

Exhibition of this piece:
Wastelands, Städtische Galerie, Waldkraiburg, Germany (S) // Wastelands, Zephyr, Mannheim, Germany (S) (catalog)  // 2007 Wastelands, Kunstverein Recklinghausen, Germany (S)

Publication:
WASTELANDS published by edition braus, Wachter Verlag, Heidelberg, 2006, monograph

Stars Dot the Sky
Essay for the Wastelands catalog
by Renée Chabria

When he left the small mining town in northern Colorado, he vowed to himself that he would never love again. Nadine was the only one who would know the secrets of his heart and any other woman who tried to love him would pay the price of the anguish he felt after loosing her. There was just no way around it—she was too god dam good to die but she did, one December night as they were returning home from a Christmas party. The road was slick and a semi truck tried to overtake a slow moving trailer—hit them head on. Simple—he made it out and she didn’t. It should have been him. He played the scene over and over in his head for months and could not understand why it had gone the way that it did. God always takes the good ones away.

After a year of wandering through a series of uneventful days that faded into lonely and desolate nights, he slowly awoke from his sleep. He looked around at the town that he grew up in and nothing looked the same. He felt an alarming detachment. He wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Instead he screamed inside and it echoed for days, swirling around in the vast emptiness inside. Then he did the only thing he could think of which was grab some clothes, a fifth of whiskey and his pistol. He gassed up his car and headed south for days…mountains giving way to valleys and finally exhausting themselves into the endless sea of the desert.



For the first time since the accident, he finally felt some peace.


He camped and hunted and regained some sense of the Randy that he once knew. It was a good thing too because any further toward the brink of darkness that was pulling him under and he might never have made it back…at least not whole.



One morning he decided to wander into the valley that was a couple of towns over. It was cool there, he imagined... and green, a nice change from the heat and sand. He loaded up his gear and started to drive... and when he reached the valley he was surprised. He never imagined that there could be so much color and life only a few miles away. He started to walk, unaware of himself. Unaware of time... just walking.


Underneath a big pine, he stopped to take a drink. As he lowered the bottle, he thought he saw the diaphanous shape of a girl disappear into the trees in front of him. He squinted and looked hard. Nothing. He decided that he’d been alone too long and was starting to see things. Then he saw her again. She cautiously stepped out of the woods and stood there, alongside a big oak—thin as a rail and hair all tangled and wild, wearing the slightest slip of a dress. He stood to get a better look and in response to his movement, she looked as though she might bolt. Instead, she stood her ground and seemed to gather her resolve looking him straight in the eye. It was more than he could understand. He had no recollection of how he ended up standing in front of her. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to his car. He looked in her eyes for a moment and then made love to her in both violent and tender gestures and with an intensity that he did not recognize in himself. 



When it was over, she merely curled up in his arms and they stared at the stars as they began to dot the sky, never saying a word. That was how they became lovers, sharing something that words never needed to justify.
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Snap–15 Minutes of Fame (Wastelands) - 4 pieces - Limited Edition of 5 Photograph

Stefanie Schneider

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Photography, Polaroid on Aluminium

Size: 86 W x 86 H x 0.1 D in

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Snap–15 Minutes of Fame (Wastelands) - 4 pieces, 2003 Edition 1/5, 105x100cm each, 220x220cm installed. Analog C-Prints, hand-printed by the artist on Fuji Crystal Archive Paper, matte surface, based on 4 expired original Polaroids. Mounted on Aluminum with matte UV-Protection. Signed on verso. Exhibition of this piece: Wastelands, Städtische Galerie, Waldkraiburg, Germany (S) // Wastelands, Zephyr, Mannheim, Germany (S) (catalog) // 2007 Wastelands, Kunstverein Recklinghausen, Germany (S) Publication: WASTELANDS published by edition braus, Wachter Verlag, Heidelberg, 2006, monograph Stars Dot the Sky Essay for the Wastelands catalog by Renée Chabria When he left the small mining town in northern Colorado, he vowed to himself that he would never love again. Nadine was the only one who would know the secrets of his heart and any other woman who tried to love him would pay the price of the anguish he felt after loosing her. There was just no way around it—she was too god dam good to die but she did, one December night as they were returning home from a Christmas party. The road was slick and a semi truck tried to overtake a slow moving trailer—hit them head on. Simple—he made it out and she didn’t. It should have been him. He played the scene over and over in his head for months and could not understand why it had gone the way that it did. God always takes the good ones away. After a year of wandering through a series of uneventful days that faded into lonely and desolate nights, he slowly awoke from his sleep. He looked around at the town that he grew up in and nothing looked the same. He felt an alarming detachment. He wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Instead he screamed inside and it echoed for days, swirling around in the vast emptiness inside. Then he did the only thing he could think of which was grab some clothes, a fifth of whiskey and his pistol. He gassed up his car and headed south for days…mountains giving way to valleys and finally exhausting themselves into the endless sea of the desert.

 For the first time since the accident, he finally felt some peace.
 He camped and hunted and regained some sense of the Randy that he once knew. It was a good thing too because any further toward the brink of darkness that was pulling him under and he might never have made it back…at least not whole.

 One morning he decided to wander into the valley that was a couple of towns over. It was cool there, he imagined... and green, a nice change from the heat and sand. He loaded up his gear and started to drive... and when he reached the valley he was surprised. He never imagined that there could be so much color and life only a few miles away. He started to walk, unaware of himself. Unaware of time... just walking.
 Underneath a big pine, he stopped to take a drink. As he lowered the bottle, he thought he saw the diaphanous shape of a girl disappear into the trees in front of him. He squinted and looked hard. Nothing. He decided that he’d been alone too long and was starting to see things. Then he saw her again. She cautiously stepped out of the woods and stood there, alongside a big oak—thin as a rail and hair all tangled and wild, wearing the slightest slip of a dress. He stood to get a better look and in response to his movement, she looked as though she might bolt. Instead, she stood her ground and seemed to gather her resolve looking him straight in the eye. It was more than he could understand. He had no recollection of how he ended up standing in front of her. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to his car. He looked in her eyes for a moment and then made love to her in both violent and tender gestures and with an intensity that he did not recognize in himself. 

 When it was over, she merely curled up in his arms and they stared at the stars as they began to dot the sky, never saying a word. That was how they became lovers, sharing something that words never needed to justify.

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Multi-paneled Photography:Polaroid on Aluminium

Artist Produced Limited Edition of:5

Size:86 W x 86 H x 0.1 D in

Number of Panels:2

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Stefanie Schneider lives and works in the High Desert of California. Stefanie Schneider's scintillating situations take place in the American West. Situated on the verge of an elusive super-reality, her photographic sequences provide the ambience for loosely woven story lines and a cast of phantasmic characters. Schneider works with chemical mutations of expired Polaroid film stock. Chemical explosions of color spreading across the surfaces undermine the photograph's commitment to reality and induce her characters into trance-like dream-scapes. Like flickering sequences of old road movies Schneider's images seem to evaporate before conclusions can be made - their ephemeral reality manifesting in subtle gestures and mysterious motives. Schneider's images refuse to succumb to reality, they keep alive the confusions of dream, desire, fact, and fiction. She is currently working on the 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. A defining feature of the film is the use of still images and the use of voice over. Characters talk to us / themselves / you about their ambitions, memories, hopes, fears and dreams. The film is to be shot using a mix of super 8 and 16mm film stock and Polaroid images. Certain computer-generated effects will also be used to enhance the films surreal mood and to animate its dark humor. Radha Mitchell, Marc Forster, Udo Kier, Max Sharam among others are participating in the project. Stefanie Schneider received her MFA in Communication Design at the Folkwang Schule Essen, Germany. Her work has been shown at the Museum for Photography, Braunschweig, Museum für Kommunikation, Berlin, the Institut für Neue Medien, Frankfurt, the Nassauischer Kunstverein, Wiesbaden, Kunstverein Bielefeld, Museum für Moderne Kunst Passau, Les Rencontres d'Arles.

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