Satan takes a Holiday

Happy Halloween

Highlights and things we'll miss about Leipzig

if you can't make it out, this man is wearing an Eminem shirt, tucked in cause he's well into his 50's


Everyone dipping into the Manic Panic, paying particular attention to the front chunk of hair



the punks


the Euro trash


the goths


the JEANS!!!


seeing this guy around everywhere. It's quite sad, his pants need to be that big to fit around his great big ankles, and his shoes need to be that big because they are custom made to his feet. Elephantiasis, it's no joke but what a sight! We couldn't believe him when we saw him, he blew our minds!!! He's like the man who inspired clowns, he even had a bulbous nose. He was amazing!




overdosing on the Neo Rauch show


meeting Neo Rauch, note his metallic snakeskin shoes!


Riquet. One of the oldest cafes in Leipzig, in full Art Nouveau style, it not only looked beautiful but it had the best coffee in town, which was really hard to come by there. Also finally found my apple strudel too! i miss the great elephant heads.



our wonderfully big room/my studio, i miss it so


the boys of Pilotenkeuche: Ryan, Thomas, Piotr, Joe and Marceau


sharing the sidewalk with giant slugs!


her name was Shelley

the giant ice cream parfaits at italian restaurants


East German style variety stores that had one of everything. One day they have Riffles (like Ruffles, but better) and the next day they will have Fuego's (like Doritos, but not nearly as good)




the ever trusty TRAM, quick, efficient, frequent and you didnt always have to pay.


We found this little guy by the park. Too bad he had to be dead and rotting for us to see him so close up. We'd visit him once and a while, as he managed to stay on this post for several weeks, we were waiting for him to decay to a skeleton but i'm sure some Leipziger goth eventually snatched him up first.


Rotisserie chicken from the chicken truck at the Wednesday town market.


Leipzig "shoefiti"


Wachterhaus! Making use of all the decrepit, abandoned buildings, these were allover Leipzig, as many of them had a penchant for living on the fringes of society, pretty much a squatter-style co-op living situation. Even though rent was so cheap for a decent apartment, most Leipzigers found it quite sheik to live in such places.


i wanna lay you down on a bed of roses... i always heard the term bed of roses, yet never seen it displayed so literally, behind a wall of floral wallpaper and two giant wall lamps. German couples also like to sleep in separate beds side by side, so it works.


Going to the Pilotenkeuche studio at the Spinnerei


lunches with Piotr and Ryan


Marceau! the French painter living in Leipzig


0.50 Euro Nescafe Coffee's from the machine at Boesner! We miss Boesner too, the best art supplies store we've ever seen.


helping Joe finish up for his Rundgang. He wrecked havoc on the home studio/bedroom


the canals we'd pass on the way to the Spinnerei. Dark and murky, but sometimes you'd see a few blue herons around or families of river rats, or creepy German kids fishing.


one day i saw this man dressed as a Venetian, steering this gondola down the canal, who are they trying to fool? This is Leipzig, world's apart from Venice.


We had a huge park, a hop, skip and a jump away from our place. It was like having our own High Park again, except this one was filled with Leipzig hippies doing tai chi, picnicking skinheads, German joggers and raves that went to the wee ours of the morning... probably for this reason we hardly ever went there.
the little dot in the sky is an air balloon, it looked more magical in person, now it just looks like a little dot in the sky.

last days at the Spinnerei

One of the buildings of the Spinnerei. Joe's studio on the third floor. Rauch's above him on the fourth.

Birgit Brenner opening at Galerie Eigen+Art




late night feast for the artists at the Spinnerei, hosted by Eigen's Judy Lybke . Probably the best "buffet" food i ever had, definitely the best food we had in Germany, but that doesn't say much... however, it was really really good.

NIGHT OF THE PAWN!!!

not every artist is a chess player, but every chess player is an artist. Duchamp




















here not only is every chess player an artist, but every artist is also a chess player...
Night of the Pawn an art exhibition of Berlin artists vs. Leipzig artists, all work inspired by the game of chess. The opening even featured the Berlin artists against the Leipzig artists in a chess playoff. This was by far the best show at the Spinnerei during Joe's Rundgang. It featured some great German artists and we got to discover Moritz Schleime (we even bought two of his catalogues there).