Just at christmas i made the last edition of the 7 ways 2 love project. can sex be a way to love? i liked to have an interactive installation for taking photos, but to be impossible to share and show this photos in social media.

This is a copy of the church St Nikola in Cres. It's made in Shangai, entirely out of paper and glue by the artist Boris Hoppek while the interior drawings are made by Dunja Jankovic. The main reason for making this church is to destroy it in the act of playful violence at the end of the exhibition.

For this groupshow i actually made enough works for a solo show...

a world out of water and wind. little boats filled to the top with refugees and immigrants ect... the exhibition viewer playing with the remote control. 4 switches turning on and off the 4 ventilators on each corner. lets call the interacting-viewer god. or the ventilators afrika,spain,italy and malta. or the negritos afro-africans... http://www.n2galeria.com

Ibiza. i was expecting a week of relaxed working next to a beach... but then i had just 1 day till the opening. Its amazing what you can do in 1 day, well, every day has 24hours!! still enough hours left for swimming and a siesta. Thanks Marc!

An exhibition full of sex, just about sex. While all the other Lavagina show/magazines were about sex because i chose it, this time i got asked from the curator to make the exhibition just about sex. Because of this i really made it about sex, real sex.

For the 2012 calendar we made a little presentation on the 22nd of december at the casa de carlitos y patricia. we printed the photos in big on fabrics and placed them around the studio. now you can get the photos at print-it gallery in a limited edition but in big size. 150x220cm.

500km from belgrade to the south of italy, to the village grottaglie, to the fame festival, takes at least 22h on the short cut. Crossing mountains, canyons, rivers, 5 nations, and finally the adriatic-sea. Entering bosnia & herzegovina from serbia gives you the reality right at the checkpoint you have to lift the boom yourself or drive around it through the mud. Behind a beautiful valley. a mosque alone in the nature. a river and a nice joke of an old train running through the canyon. everywhere beautiful gravestones along the riverside disappearing in the high grass looking like mushrooms. the next town is packed with people going in and out of the overcrowded cemetery, police on every corner watching us and them. at this moment everything made suddenly sense, we are in srebrenica, and just 3 days ago ratko mladic got arrested in belgrade who killed more than 8000 muslims and bombed down the rest escaping through this valley. The first thing we see arriving in the south of italy is a couple of combat airplanes coming back from the south throwing bombs on libya.

I had some black heavy duty bags for the inside of an installation. the installations did not turned out like imagined, i trashed the idea, but i liked the bags, so i stayed with the bags. Angelo made a video while i was walking around in the village communicating and improvising with the people.

Taking a day off and going to the beach. i don't like the cliche of going to the beach and lie on a towel, i like to do something together with the beach. surfing, but there were no waves. catching fish but i had no hook. BUT there was a lot of trash, amazing, i never saw so much trash on a beach. i needed something white for installing eyes into an old two floor bunker from the 2nd world war, i choose some of the not so old jalousies.

Or is it a gallow? I could not find a rope in any shop, a nice 19mm nature fiber woven rope like it is mentioned in the capital punishment uk guide. It was as difficult as to find a proper shit-maker, so i had to wove it by hand out of 16 normal strings. While installing the gibbet the police dropped by. It took me a while till i realized that they were mainly concerned that i wanted to commit suicide. Who is building a gibbet on a church to make suicide?!?

This years fame festival should get more violent and edgy. ok, fine for me. the vagina on the inside of an arc was then already a little bit scratching the limit. we are in italy, in a village. my idea was to do it in one of the neighboring villages, this way nobody can easily incriminate angelo (fame festival) with sick and dirty porn. Finally we found a perfect place at the monastery just on the roof of the church where the bell made noise some time ago.

The idea for the shit-maker did not come from nowhere. I wanted to rebuild the situation i found in bilbao 2009 in an abandoned factory building. The last floor of the building was occupied by immigrants. I guess i found a typical setup for any occupied house. One room was full of trash, a second room full of mattresses and another room full of shit. The interesting or for me fascinating and funny thing about the shit room was that each pile of shit had the same distance to the other shit-piles. Just enough space to knee down and doing a regular pattern of shit-piles by this. 2011 i went again to this factory for doing some photos of this room. The building was still abandoned and occupied, just a bit more abandoned and occupied…maybe also more shit-piles??? I got slowed down by too many nice photos. A kitchen with bread and a gas cooker some silver spoons. A television room with clothes to dry. A room with opened bags from tourists with all the worthless stuff spread around, a knee-bolster for example. At this point my partner already left scarred the place. I forgot the time, when you are scarred time seams to run. At the late afternoon the squatters come home from working, searching, stealing, dealing, fighting. Before i could reach the 4th floor with the shit-room i got called back from my partner. Somebody who looked like a junkie entered the building with a knife.

What else to do with mud? Can it be more primitive than just smearing mud on a wall? After a couple of days searching a shit-maker in the stores and hardware shops i had the idea to build it myself. The first test was in front of the election billboards of the candidates for the new mayor of grottaglie. obviously because of the special political situation in italy everybody loved it.

Out of the need to paint something spontaneously in liverpool i found one of the oldest technics ever, mud on wall. fits pretty good with me. cheap, easy, primitive and my favorite colors, nutella brown and milk-coffee beige. For the fame festival i made a 3,5x2,5 meter vagina out of 2 different muds. the beige is taken from a garden outside of the town and the dark brown from under an olive tree. The location is well chosen in one of the many rooms in the monastery in grottaglie. i don't know what the purpose was of this room, but it is connected to a big bathroom.

"Street Art - meanwhile in deepest east anglia, thunderbirds were go..." taking place at the Von der Heydt Kunsthalle in Wuppertal-Barmen, Germany. PARTICIPATING ARTISTS: ASH, HERBERT BAGLIONE, BOXI, BRAD DOWNEY, BEN EINE, FAITH47, BORIS HOPPEK, MARK JENKINS, JR, OS GÊMEOS, MIRKO REISSER (DAIM), SWOON, ZEZÃO CURATED BY RIK REINKING http://streetart-wuppertal.com

Documentation was very poor this time. I have no photos of the gay-parade or the anti-gay-parade. 6000 hooligans, followed by 6000 police men, followed by ambulance and journalists, followed by 6000 cleaner... well, nothing to worry. but between the hooligans you could see priests in nice robes and long beards holding up a big golden cross and shouting what to do with all the perverts. no need for photos to imaging that... we saw it already before.

Photos from Luka Knezevic-Strika. Nice to have somebody around who know how to make photos, specially in difficult situations. Catching the atmosphere and details with documentary or journalistic rawness.

Fame festival. no sponsors, no licenses, no parties. Three messy workspaces. i love chaos... and self-ironic organizers. "if you are not good looking, then you have to get very smart to get possibilities for reproduction." or "i hate cars, i dont want a license to drive, i know how conflicting this is when everybody has to drive me all the time."

Swab art-fair in may 2010. for the historical drop-out of iguapop gallery in barcelona.

Diesel Denim Gallery Aoyama / Tokyo / 21.04.10 - 12.06.10

Pictoplasma / Pictopia / Berlin 2009

Fumetto,luzern, switzerland. The get-rid-of-black-sheep training installation. 2x3x3,5 meter. some thought its a cow?? but i used real sheep-fur and a bag full of sheep-shit for the right atmosphere. maybe because of the sound of the cowbell inside.