Instead of coming to the gallery of a former DJ where Fuckhead play, Bärbel clears out shit of a horse stall on her friends' farm. Could be that she had the better time.

When I reach the former DJ's gallery in the house of the Salzburg salt shop the atmosphere in there is mildly exhilarated. The 4 Fuckheads crawl on the floor behind a 44 year old painter who is considered an "enfant terrible". It starts to get quite strange when the painter gives his speech. "It is time to set things on fire again! It is time to burn down villages again!" The painter squeezes the furious speech out of himself in a strained voice and ornaments it with a lot of four letter words. He hates everything "alternative", uses strong language against women, then he hates everything that is supported by the state or supports the state, his "reasoning" has resemblance with that of Jonathan Meese if not with →that of Anders Behring Breivik, but this comparison is probably to harsh.

How bizarre: Didi Bruckmayr from Fuckhead, one of Austria's most intelligent people, lies on the floor while the angry painter gives his speech. Didi said that he had fits of laughter during the speech that he himself does not endorse. When the speech ends lights are switched off, a stroboskope massacre and extreme noise music start, a fog machine turns the gallery into a disco, Fuckhead get crazy and do their thing.

While Fuckhead do the exorcism, art critic Jennifer Allen has a talk with George, the angry painter's lawyer friend in the next room. They talk about image rights and Bismarck's corpse.

I am having a chat about →Jennifer Allen's lecture "The end of privacy and the fate of public space" with an illuminator.

"...the lines of Guy Debord who said that social relations are mediated by images, that is the spectacle. But when I am the spectacle I am mediating my own social relationships, so there are many spectacles like rhizomes because there is also the emancipated spectator, Jennifer Allen quoted Rancière, that is very interesting. The emancipated spectator is not only a spectator, he is an active spectator but not in the internet."

So the internet is an interpassive spectacle or how can there be emancipated spectatorship in the internet?

"Because it is possible to communicate and to mediate your own relationships via the net you get your own spectacle, your own motor, your own apparatus but the question was for me how to think it with Guy Debord, the spectacle is also an ideological machine. There was not really a clear answer but the spectacle was the division between the image and the reality. Now image and reality are becoming the same. The reality is constructed by images already, the reality was never there."

So we loose the distinction between base and superstructure?

"Yes."

Maybe this distinction never worked anyway, but...

"This internet democracy and spectatorship democracy thing, Jennifer Allen is very much refering to Rancière and his other text about collectivity."

What do you take from her lecture for your own thinking?

"Life is becoming a performative spectacle. And you do not exist if you are not on the internet and you have to make a reproduction of reality if you do something so that the world knows that it happened."

That is your conclusion?

"For me it is very interesting that if I am not documenting I am disappearing and disappearing is more interesting for me than appearing."

Paulina and Kamil, a couple in love at the Summer Academy 2014.

Today we visited the Museum on the Mönchsberg, where I watch „The Sound of Music“, a movie I have never seen before.

While I watch the Trapp children march down the staircase like soldiers my painter-visitor watches Harun Farocki's "I Thought I Was Seeing Convicts" in the same museum. „Wow. That was intense.“ a strange young lady says to herself when the movie ends. The painter, a tall guy with a raspy voice, says that Farocki made quite a number of intense films, that he knew Farocki, that he had the privilege of participating in some of his courses. The two start a conversation and introduce each other. The lady is called Sarah, she is from Yorkshire, teaching 225 pupils as an art teacher in Leeds. The painter is called David, he comes from Vienna and it took him 4 days to reach Salzburg by bike.


Sarah decides to skip the free guided tour through the exhibition „Art/Histories“ and instead joins us for our guided tour through Salzburg city. The architect →Max Rieder leads the way on a funny city walk. „It is quite rumbling and sometimes I loose the thread but I like the small awarenesses that I will have after this.“ Sarah says. Here is where we walked:

And here is what the police had planned to evacuate because of the unexploded World War II bomb that was found today:

The indian curator Nancy Adajania also walked the whole city walk. How did she like it? „I like the way Max Rieder began the walk by taking us to Unipark, the open agoratic space near the university, how he explained that it was both an agora and a loggia but also it was a space of prohibition because you can't sit anywhere. You can only stand or walk through it. So although it looks democratic it is not a space for revolution. I joked with him and said that this is not a space where you can have an Occupy movement.“

After the rainy walk we have dinner in a 500 year old restaurant and after that we walk to the Denkmal bar. Guess whom we met there?

I receive visitors: 2 artists took 4 days to travel from Vienna to Salzburg by bicycle. One of them was somehow so disgusted by Salzburg that he left already less than 24 hours after arrival. The other one is sleeping right now. We watched Red Bull Salzburg win 2:1 over FF Malmö, a Champion's League qualification game sponsored by Gazprom. We saw the first half in an extremely sexist beer pub. On our table sat an employee of the →Salzburg AG that is disputed for political job gambling. The man asked me:"Have you ever accomplished anything in your life?" and I took the question as an insult. So we left to see the second half of the game in Peter Handke's favourite bar Miriam's Pub. On the way home while I was wondering what exactly I should write about I witnessed an employee from the corean restaurant Hibiskus throwing away garbage into a waste container that obviously belongs to the restaurant Costa. The guy from Costa started to fight with the corean cook saying that his restaurant would be paying for the emptying of the waste container and that he should piss off with his waste. They did not settle the fight until a lady from Costa talked to some trash administrator on the phone and they decided to settle the issue tomorrow.

Switching on my computer at home I am very happy to find an email from Felix Gmelin in my Inbox. He writes:

We need new stories. Since last year I conduct a research on children books about economy. Here follow some examples:

Felix Gmelin concludes:

To me →David Hammons proves we can create better pictures for understanding ourselves and society. If we do, these pictures will cause change in the hands of new generations.