herbert pfostl's paper graveyard

9/17/11

7/10/11

each in its appointed season upon the earth.

4/20/11

1/13/11

"And the world, when you think about it, is not an anchor."

8/28/10

and listened for birds in the air

for kirston.
08/10

7/5/10

better farther on
7/10

4/14/10

longing for a better self.
4/10

can no longer call you mine.
4/10

that could never get there.
4/10

2/15/10

things gone out of this world. studio, winter 2010

images taken by amber duntley.

1/1/10

Get drunk and say good-bye.

With C&W weepers from the golden age as backdrop.

And featuring a performance by PERFVGIVM.
http://www.perfvgivm.com/

At Observatory: 543 Union Street (at Nevins), Brooklyn, NY 11215

12/6/09

ALL SORTS OF REMEDIES TALK

a candid conversation about the twin stars of art & death.

wine will be sold; you may bring your whiskey.

herbert pfostl | all sorts of remedies
november 21, 2009 - january 8, 2010

Observatory | 543 Union Street | Brooklyn
thurs/fri 3-6pm | sat/sun 12-6pm
observatoryroom.org

11/4/09

ALL SORTS OF REMEDIES

at Observatory
543 Union Street – at Nevins
Brooklyn, NY 11215

Hours:
Thurs & Friday 3–6pm
Sat & Sun 12–6pm

Opening: Saturday, November 21st at 7:00pm

Exhibition: November 21, 2009 – January 8, 2010

8/14/09

for that it lived with nothing done and nothing made to last.
8/09

5/16/09

the fish in the water will move through your head.
05/09

5/10/09

confirmed superstitions
05/09

the walls are covered with tattoos
05/09

unparadised
05/09

3/6/09

charms

the things of this world

will never return

1/12/09

what will become of me
1/09

1/8/09

companions
12/08

clearing
12/08

poor singing bird sweet
12/08

are we still married
12/08

allusions

to the ships that are no more.

I somehow cling to the strange fancy, that, in all men hiddenly reside certain wondrous, occult properties - as in some plants and minerals - which by some happy but very rare accident (as bronze was discovered by the melting of the iron and brass at the burning of Corinth) may change to be called forth here on earth.
- Melville

I make battle plans from the spirit of my sleeping soldiers.
- Napoleon

An Icon can be of high or not-so-high quality, but a genuine apprehension of otherworldliness, a genuine experience invariably constitutes its foundation.
- Pavel Florensky

Impressions of plants, very small landscapes.

- von der Wense

Their total existence is in metamorphosis, and their every aspect a surprise, or a deceit.
- Ruskin

Only drama without movement is truly beautiful.
- Simone Weil

Though in many of its aspects the visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.
- Melville

The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying glass.
- Adorno

The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast lived, was killed with hunting him.
- "Henry V"

The light that never was, on sea or land.
- Wordsworth

The sound of a kind of Turkish death march.
- Sebald

...having begun with the shadows, and gone up to whiteness.
- Ruskin

Mein Kahn ist ohne Steuer, er faehrt mit dem Wind, der in den untersten Regionen des Todes blaest.
- K.

What seems paradoxical about everything that is justly called beautiful is the fact that it appears.
- Benjamin, Schriften I, 349

If you think it over carefully, movement is impossible.
-Max Brod, Schloss Nornepygge

Finally, it was his intention to die without the assistance of death.
- Hans Henny Jahnn

Elegance arises from the excavation, from the cavity...
- Calasso

Only the hardly, barely prayable.

Paint not the object, but the effect it produces.
- Mallarme

As if the track's maker had met in this forest some dark other self in chemistry with whom he had been fused traceless from the earth.
- McCarthy, Outer Dark

...a stone abandoned in a field, cut by an unknown hand, according to unknown rules.

To see a landscape as it is when I am not there.
- Simone Weil

There are ancient manuscripts in which the Gospel of Mark ends "Then they went out and ran from the tomb, beside themselves with terror".
-Guy Davenport

The story of St. Peter healing the sick with his shadow.

Kasper Hauser's white wooden horse.

History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.
- Joseph Conrad

Whoever is the wisest among you is also mere conflict and a cross between plant and ghost.
- Nietzsche

...sell the Shadow to Support the Substance.

I came into this world with a fine wound; I wasn't provided
with anything else.
- from "A Country Doctor"

...an abyss for the birds.

And the backdrop was Leave-Taking...