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I am like a phoenix, reborn constantly, at least concerning my work...
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| I am Akki and anyhow already 35 earth years old. My hobbies
are reading, swimming, riding, painting, fucking, swigging, painting and, sometimes, painting.
Dali was quite talented, Bukowski was a slowpoke and Anais Nin a bitch; but not my mom... |
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I continuously paint new pictures, only to lose them soon afterwards.
Just like the jewellery I make. Tons of sweat for nothing!! Whether in the former East Germany where some cleaner in an atelier
judged as trash hundreds of my paintings for people to wipe clean their asses with or wrap the remains of their breakfast...
Or in India where a rickshaw driver stole my suitcase full of art believing it was full of money...Or last but not least
a backpack full of my own and my friend's jewellery fell off my bike and was, well, gone with the wind. It doesn't matter.
Yes, it WAS traumatic, but NOW it doesn't matter. Why? Because like a phoenix I am rising again out of the ashes ? in a new glamour
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| I am Akki and I love to paint... My passions are travelling, reading, painting,
fucking and tinkering. Literally, tinkering. I have already been far, far away. Without my mom, too... and I have never read
Kerouac's "On The Road". Why should I? I have been to Japan... my dad was there, too, but not in Bombay where I met Picasso.
Okay, just his art... and quite a few of his pieces were daft, silly, though not all of them. .. |
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Will the phoenix mutate into a cock and cohabitate with his hens? That remains to be
seen.He's going 'native', depending on the weather, with workshops in Goa, Kathmandu and Germany. Now it's time for jewellery,
nice jewellery, because a Phoenix-cock must also eat... |
| I am AkkiX. I like to eat... also alot. And paint. And tinker. And read, fuck,
travel, slander and tinker. Literally, tinker. Though I didn't attend a Waldorf School, I can tinker nicely, but not sing. No, I can't
sing, at least not as well as The Beatles. They were in Rishikesh... me, too, but not for long; maybe because I can't sing so sweetly.
Thailand is nice, too. One needn't sing there, but one can paint alot; or swim, fuck, slander, tinker (literally) and, especially, fuck.
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I'm a gypsy. That's allright. It allows me loads of
time to muse and create. I first began to fashion
jewellery from coconut shells in Kathmandu. Since then,
I have been constantly designing and improving my
creations.
In Thailand, art supplies are inexpensive. In
Japan, they are high-priced. In fact, it's expensive
to even think in Japan. When I am there, I just stay
home and paint....with the supplies from Thailand.
However, everything is cheap in India and, fascinated
by the people, colors, sights, sounds and smells
there, I cultivate my creative spirit gleefully.
Arambol in Goa is full of hilarious and animating
artists. Besides painting and crafting jewellery there,
I offer papier-mache workshops which no one attends... |
I am Akki. I have even learned a profession. But
I will never do it again because it's dopey. That's
why I'll stay with my hens - to read, travel, tinker
(swimming and riding I can't bear), fuck and read
alot, except Henry Miller, whose Nin, in the end, was
a bitch.
Yeah, and I'll slander daffy men, especially
those who slander me...
Have fun! |
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Now in a nutshell... and serious:
AkkiX stands for Axel Wallach, a born Aries anno 1968, a sunday. My education
I got in former GDR, like everybody else who is below a given line. There the first fan, my art teacher. Several painting and
ceramic courses I had taken in my hometown Dessau/Anhalt were giving me the first polish in art... otherwise absolutely autodidactic.
No comment about the vocational education, except loads of fun and many amiable contacts to fanatic "line-followers". Jobs I had a
few, short ones... little diversions on my way to the NOW. Brief intermezzos I had in the Hippie and Punk commune, hundreds of
concerts end festivals, what finally boosted the appetite for art... crazy and shrill people were my teacher... not professors.
In the recent years it was travelling and the resultant time and the need to survive what gave the drive to create something.
Certainty I have found in three harbours: the loved parents, an Indian family in Goa and "Shanti Sewa Griha" in Kathmandu,
a leprosy project where I work, live and think during the monsoon. Here I can help wholeheartedly poor and sick people...
and also myself. Amen! |
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