Liquid filter opens real gaze Lift shift remove layer The life is a film Most uncertain Is the most probable

My fried brain Smoked to drain Body balance me Sand patches between steppe grazers

Saguramo - Dzalisi
13.11.2022

Dresden 1987

into digits

0101010101

kisses

an eye brow

lips

a foal

dirty snow

the pain in your heart into

random numbers

how does that feel

to reshape

a smile from digits

a bone 3000 years old

printing memories to plastic 3d

coarse

missing data

the tectonic fissures

of Kyber Pass

31.01.2017

Below the Saksaul

A white line

A dead camel, bones

Ants, on the rotten skin

Barren horizon, a moon

Tracks into space, concrete, Industrial wasteland, very far to

Aral

Miles of freight trains to Russia go along the flat lakes with the millions of birds

Fresh water from Pamir to Kattakurgan

I take my Cabrio ride with my maps, clock, glass

First to Sharshara Tandyr-Kebab caraway lamb and pine and then

Over the pass with the Chinese traders to Fergana

I buy a grey quail, a chukar partridge, a golden oriole, a vulture, a warbler and an owl,

Let them go to their homes

I buy the fine painted porcelaine of Rishtan

A rusty Kalashnikov in Margilon was whispered

Eat the herbs with citrus salad in Kokand

With Uzbek cats

And Vodka and Chai

With the Georgian lady

Smoking

Under the territorial roofs of the state of the Khan

26.04.2020 Tbilisi

The digital wave has thrown the old reactionary art into a smoking shambles.

Our flowing consciousness follows the billions of pictures. From the first blink to the last dying gaze. These are the strong, unique and beautiful as terrible images that our existence does worth living:

Mother, the first Christmas, a great love, own children, a line in the desert or the sea’s horizon. The unexpected images enlighten us.

Against the reign of the banal, the stupidity and the greed. Art must return as reconnaissance invading the unknown spaces of Visibility.

Can it?

Real-time digital tsunami waves have conquered our realities. In milliseconds our weak physical focus fails to set the right attention.

Will only instincts choose the important images ? What makes their importance ? Images that provoke thoughts and images that enforce our decisions. New economies ?

Ongoing, adjusting our reflexes, we test new attention filters for stimulus amplification and noise reduction. Our consciousness is a consciousness in transition.

We urge the continued expansion of our critical sense. Give us a better awareness for all! See, reflect, evaluate, act.

Reality. Claim. Aesthetics. Action. Expectation. Ethics. Say. We have a visual right. Dancing the virtual.

We create, manipulate, govern. We shock and enchant the world with new images. Frames of individual decisions becoming waves of societal change.

We are artists without art, stumbling as aging trons through endless digital spaces. We dare for a new visual future.

Light of aesthetic information: Critical projectiles hurled by the angry fists of imagination and reason.

Hans Heiner Buhr, August 2009

Ivory tower

The Sassanids pass in the distance

Helis and Stukas don’t notice us

In the lonely fortress of beauty

Scraps of words from unknown languages ​​are being blown out of the Caucasus by the wind

Into the ears and eyebags of dreams and intuition

At the center of conflicting energies

Pole fields tug at the substance

Feet and bones burn

Within the sacred limits of pure art

Where even the lemon trees wither and radioactivity dominates the ideal concept of dividing pure creation

What is lie here and what is the truth is still not clear

And yet there are big bear faces here and fresh paw prints in the snow up by the forest

There are Khikhvi here and wagtails and steppe rollers

Every new crisis tears down concrete locks made by bad architects and poor planners – cement B37 Blue

Jays chase each other, ravens

Thoughts, poems, sketches, doubts

Colours

Gallantry

Silence

3.6.2022

She asks me about the champagne picnic Near Baku Would we meet Or would we miss again

Or should she come to Dagestan Or better to Derbent Where she was chained once before To the lion beasts at the city walls

And a loud feast began And 1001 men screaming for life Chanting and beating For their dream of falling in her thighs

To taste her holy source Of joy and wild desire Like the city of New York Mirrored in a gem of fire

Tbilisi, 03.05.2020

chilled glass

with the delicious tones of tropical flowers, straw, honey, sun, apple, melon, citrus and notes of quince, mint, ginger, grapefruit and pepper

was empty.

Tsinandali, 25.04.2020

Berliner painting Red blue 7000$ Bitcoin Oil to Zero Epic Economic fights

Speculation about an enemy A global people control After the war on drugs or terror “It” started the war on health

New York City Mandarin duck at China Town

Manhattan Lovers on the World Trade Center 21 December 1998

Alone from the bar on top of the world In the heavy wind a fast kiss

Two pigeons hiding The sad musicians play through the evening

Looking onto the long centuries Behind and before us

22.04.2020 Tbilisi

Put Put Put Bitcoin jetzt Zeck zeck zeck wech wech

Töt töt töt töt Syria veg veg Camouflage

Sieg sieg sieg Hauptquartier Sil Sil Motorblock

Genosse Stalin verteilt Bonbons an die weinenden Kinder lieb lieb

Selber schuld wenn sie so blöd sind die Feindpropaganda zu analysieren

Kein Weg ist auch ein Weg 203 km sind nichts

Klassenkampf Tüt tüt tüt I-Phone-App beep beep beep

Wo ist das Problem Jeder Widerstand wird mit intelligenten Viren hocheffizient beseitigt

Die Kartoffel-App bestellt 40 kg stinkende Knollen ohne vorher zu fragen vzagt vzagt vzagt

Wir mussten so handeln Glauben Sie uns Es gab keinen anderen Ausweg Jetzt Notstrom

Die Ananas sind alle und die Zigaretten, der Kaffee, das Benzin und die Watte, die Ohrentropfen – helfen Sie uns ! Morgen liefern wir gern frische Patronen, Felle, einen Dieselgenerator, Taschenlampen, Antennen und Äxte. Die Kinder müssen bei Einbruch der Dunkelheit zu Hause sein ! Niemand darf das Tal ohne die schriftliche Genehmigung der Behörde verlassen. Das Zentralkomitee der letzten freien Lesginen.

Gezeichnet, 2017, Samur

With the many shadows

Plants, lamps and silent witnesses

Softer your skin never was

Black silk worms, ornaments, lipstick, lashes

Deep memories touching surface

Doors open and close

Russians whisper on the stairs

Of bullets, manifestos, dynamite

Eye shadows, glowing legs

Proof of heaven

Mirror living

Follow the lines of our former lives

Licking your vitamins

In the soft October light

We are the subjects of reflections

Holding to the lovers promises

Aftershaves

Airports

Broken by the day

18.10.2018

Tbilisi

Hash Number sequence asynchronous

Consumption rates Data stream Secret whisper

Digital dialog Zero one information

App Chat window Pop up close

Download transfer population

Packhorse Proviant dynamite

Satanic Provisions NWO

cycle plate reformation

28.1.2017 Tbilisi Hans Heiner Buhr