Kamil from Moscow had a cigarette for breakfast and another cigarette for lunch. He looks a bit shaky to me so I offer him an apple but he prefers just the cigarette. Bärbel Hartje had a tuna sandwich for lunch. Andrea went down the castle to get something from the bakery.

Before the beginning of the Summer Academy the technical team installed a kitchen but then it was decided that it would be too messy for everyone to cook. So there was the plan with the →"Schmankerl" caterer where unemployed people get short term contracts receiving the joy of a "work experience" while actually having to search for a "real job" - a paradox system of benevolent hyperexploitation that leads to an interesting taste in the food. I only ate there once, it cost 5 Euro 20 Cent and after 2 weeks the "Schmankerl"-system at the Summer Academy was abandoned. Not enough people ordered the food a day ahead and the laborious transportation of the food from the foot of Kapuzinerberg over to the top of Festungsberg cost the technical team more energy than they would receive metabolizing their own particular food from the Burgschenke restaurant.

The particular food of the technical team is daily fish with potato salad or chips. Today I joined the team for the fish. "Is it Monday today?" the sausage eating waiter asks the other waiter who took our fish orders. "It is fucking Monday." the other waiter says. While we wait for the fish the sausage eating waiter asks "Do you know the story of Nitsche?" - "You mean Hermann Nitsch?" - "Yes, the blood painter. He was here at the castle giving a course at the Summer Academy. One floor beneath his course there where artists with computers making photos, printing them and spreading them on the ground. Now at the upper floor of the Nitsch course they started to pour the paint on the canvases like Nitsch does, they poured and poured and at the floor beneath suddenly drip, drip, drip, the paint soaked through the wooden floor dripping on the computers destroying them." The waiter has finished his sausages, gets up to continue waiting and says "One guy who had his computer ruined really wanted to beat up Hermann Nitsch. But Nitsch just shrugged his shoulders."

I am wondering wether the computers were destroyed by blood or paint as my fish arrives on the table. I pay 10 Euro for the fish. The technical staff get it for 1 Euro with vouchers, that is why they eat it every single day of the Summer Academy. The scalopped codfish looks nice, tastes inconspicuously, it just rests a little bit heavy in my stomach. The oil in which it was fried was fresh today, the salad is light and digestable, the potatoes are clumsy. The fish was reportedly caught in the Northeastern Atlantic ocean. "How can you eat this every day?" - "I give it a different name every day." Thomas says. Today he calls it shark. His colleague Johannes (who did save a life when a fire broke out at the Café am Kai but does not want me to reported about it in detail) calls it baby dolphin. The secret director of the Summer Academy Professor Stephen Mathewson can't take the fish anymore. Today he switches for a Schnitzel.

After more than three hours I can still feel the codfish lying in my stomach. Kamil from Moscow has finally eaten something as well. What did he eat?

A fishing picture from Greenpeace.

How do you remember the farewell party of the non-human, the third meaning and the cinéma copains courses at the Denkmal bar?

When I saw the girl who looked like a gazelle and the guy who looked like a bear arguing while they tried to dj using an online music tool that has advertisement interruptions every fifth song I had to turn into a youtube-dj because I wanted everyone at the Denkmal bar to freak out. I took over the laptop from the head of the student union's financial department at the Academy of fine Arts Vienna and while I searched for some house track that would fit Rihanna's „Only Girl (In The World)“ 16year old Miro from the third meaning graphic novel course comes with a song request and since I don't play it immediately he starts a discussion on mainstream vs. alternative music saying that we would all be „alternative people“.

People come to me with all kind of farfetched music requests - „I want to break free“ from Queen, 109 beats per minute, bloodhoundgang's „Burn Motherfucker“ 97 beats per minute, Falco's „Rock me Amadeus“ 90 beats per minute - while I try to develop a danceable accelerando. It feels like I'm a failing youtube-dj, but every now and then when I turn around to the dancefloor it is shaking. Of course to do the thing properly the computer should have been on the other side of the bar, a real dj would have an eye on the floor always. I don't know how long I youtube-djayed. At some point the head of the student union's financial department at the Academy of fine Arts Vienna requests to leave with her laptop and a real smart phone dj from Aachen takes over. The dancing goes on until ... maybe around three-ish the music suddenly stops.

A girl called Kassandra climbs the stage and starts giving a speech:

„I apalogize in the name of all artists, in the name of all lovers of culture, in the name of al lovers of the Denkmal bar, in the name of all Salzburgians, in the name of all the cultures that I personally do not understand but I apologize in the name of all and I just beg for respect.“

A girl:“I don't get it.“

A guy:“We are in solidarity but...“

Some drunkard: „Respeeeeect people!“

Crowd:“Yeaahhh! Rrrrrrr!“

Kassandra:“I beg for respect. We can dance, we can drink, but please...

A guy:“Shit!!!“

A girl:“No music!!!???“

Myself:“Please, what?“

Kassandra:“If you are having fun, we are having fun. If we are having stress, you are having stress. Please ... fair.“

The crowd applauses.

Some guy:“So what is the problem?“

Kassandra:“This respect which is also difficult for me to understand means that please treat us the way you want to be treated yourself in the sense of our association. You want to have fun, to drink, have a jolly good time.“

The girl again: „I don't get it.“

Kassandra:“Please! We also want to have fun, drink, have a jolly good time. But! We have certain guidelines. If you share these guidelines together with us we can do this together. If we don't keep the guidelines we really gonna have some stress.“

A guy:“Which ones? Which guidelines?“

Another guy:“Give us a guideline! Can we still dance?“

Kassandra:“We can all dance but please in such a way that the guy above us can sleep.“

Suddenly everyone starts „Shhhhhhhhhh!“ and „Ssssssssss!“ and we realize that it is about us having to be silent. The crew from the Denkmal bar didn't want to kick us out directly because they made a nice fortune on filling us up. But of course that was the end. On the first floor above the stage of the Denkmal bar is the bedroom of the ice hockey trainer of Red Bull Salzburg. He threatened to call the police if the music would have continued.

The highly supernatural course on third meaning in graphic novel is completed.

"SWOOOOOP!!!" - that's how it went.

The title of Birke Gorm's work is fixed by her during our telephone interview. Birke Gorm, born in Hamburg, grown up in Denmark, now studying with Monica Bonvicini at the Academy in Vienna once made a performance entitled "Modification Of Habits."

Birke has spent the past 4 weeks at the stone quarry on the Untersberg together with 12 other sculptors from the Peter Niedertscheider course. "The weather was fine for the first 2 weeks, then it was up and down, rainy days at the stone quarry are very slow. It is important for me to get to know the stone here in this isolated environment, to see where the stone is coming from. I would  not know where else to find a place like here."

"I heard about the Sumer Academy two years ago and I wanted immediately to apply for the stone course, but I only managed to come this year. I did a stone course at the Academy in Vienna but there you work and then you come back a week later. So it is nice to get more into it here, into this intense and meditative work process."

How did the concept of your work come up?

"At the beginning I thought I would like to engrave but no letters, more drawing. It turned out then to be these kind of doodles, you know, what you draw spontanuously and unconsciously when you are talking on the phone with someone having your thoughts somewhere else. I thought it would be nice to see how it is to transfer the drawings that come from a very fast movement into a very slow material, where you suddenly spend a whole day engraving."

Above ↑ we see a testpiece, Birke Gorm worked 4 days on it. During the course Birke got faster. She sculpted plaster cast forms for the worm-doodles, then she cast them in cement as models, then she sculpted doodles out of stone. During the work her left hand ring finger got numb and fell alseep from the hammer vibrations. The + and the - in the title "+/- Or To See If A Pen Works" refer to the positive and negative forms of doodles in the making.

Birke Gorm found a piece of metal at the quarry that she sprayed with granit spray and placed the stony doodles on it. What is cast and what is sculpted? You can check out the work of Birke Gorm and the other sculptors today at the stone quarry. We take the bus nr 21 at 3.14 pm at Bus-stop Hanuschplatz / Schiffsanleger in direction to Fürstenbrunn to see all the completed stone sculptures.

Birke Gorm's left ring finger is still sleeping. "Maybe it will wake up in a week." she says.

"+/- Or To See If A Pen Works" by Birke Gorm, metal, stone, 2014

There is little oxygen in the room. When the "best practice" guy for public art in Zurich talks about the public as a combat zone I am combating with the mouldy air in the space of the Stadtgalerie. Mister public art has brought no fresh air from Zurich and the melody of his speech makes 10% of the 41 people audience yawn. What has Mister public art brought from Zurich? Old photos from my home town Vienna!