wolfgang tilman you better watch out, DANI IS HERE

i would say this one above is one of my favorites.

installation views in my studio

questionable ones.

dani tilman *a-ha-ha*


A thought , hopefully for food.

Its silly to say, and look at all the made up words and typos in these poems but ...
it does feel really self reliving to finally say (probably highly in the wrong words)

im glad i finally grew the balls to deal with a personal serious issue like this in my art. just for now, maybe not even tommarow or later on, but right now ? Yeah, right now I feel like the big kahuna ( in later generation terms like really cool )

from tuesday feb. 26 2008

and i infuse myself with questions unanswered, 
confused and dampered,
dar like the night, only revealing the light,
i seek revenge on myself, something i lack in this hard attack
 when i laugh at my last breath, you come back to heal me,
not quite like a panic attack,
but its so foggy outside, like a nausiating circus right,
rewinding the tape, realizing im falling back,
mistrusting the maturity i lacked,
and for once i can say, your right when i was wrong,
head ashamed as your moral bonds
hold it high cause you deserve the world,
but it upchucks me to hear
you replaced me with stupid girls
you went to end back to beginning 
something we both learned lacked dignity
so were both crying with peg legs
and you look so skinny
unbalanced, misplaced
but your eyes reveal the world
you shout out inside yourself,
sometime i craved to feel,
willing to open my wounds,
and when you held me i cried,
deep emotions never lied,
as your grip tightened i got frightened
never felt love, but then your sight went in
and i see now that your gone, 
we were suppose to start a family,
but its just a messy lawn, i have been cleaning for weeks
hoping you would help me, but i dont ask for guidance
on things i f*cked with, somehow your here,
ringing sweet lost love in my ear,
as my eyes bleed pain, wanting to cover my eyes
from the harsh rain, the thunder scars me,
as the monsoon sedates me,
i tried to uncover us in history,
just another un-destined mystery.

an old poem from feb 08

and when you die, 
look to the soul, 
you finally awakened,
selfishly taken
and spit your lungs out,
so i can waste them
i will save the scarlett heart
for last
so i can taste it
to suck on your morbidity
is but a luxury,
to think of all the living
you despise
on this roller coaster ride
and even yet 
to know i lack the things
which i can not comprehend
the sheer thought of you
bloodied, shrivilling hopelessly
makes me one of them.

contemplating study





Trying to show the camera an idea so abstract.


tension rising.

trying to let go of something immpossible.

the other

in the memory.
the camera caught
what i wasn't
ready to show.

The Closet Series

just another piece of clothing hanging in a closet, never worn;or too worn to show myself.

the camera snapping a shot when im not looking.

holy arms and lost legs
after dealing with my stubborn self i finally started to cooperate and open up, the photos followed.

time for my favorite color

comfort. blanket.

getting a grip.


due to sudden inspiration, this is how i spend my saturday nights. 

does my back really resemble a lamp? i guess it would be my spin, but i like the juxtaposition.


inspiration by a photo, result of serendipity.


holy holy heck. seminar is so close to the first show, being one that i am in and i have cold feet!!! very cold feet, and working like crazy this weekend. i think these shots are coming along best under pressure, which is unusual but also thankful serendipity.