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David Staretz What I would like to convey among other
things: Born in Rosenburg am Kamp in 1956,
father was a district attorney, transfered from the Waldviertel into the Weinviertel,
after a few years of secondary schooling at the Gymnasium in Laa, I escaped to the
engineering school for motor- and motor vehicle construction in Steyr. As of 1976
associated with the monthly magazine „autorevue“ as its editor in chief
(together with Herbert Völker). I resigned from this post in 2000, without noticably
losing the ties to the magazine. Above and beyond I write for numerous
magazines on the themes of automobile, travel, impressions, and at times all together into
one text. Regular motor column in the weekly news magazine „profil“. Daugther is
fifteen and a beloved student of exception, which I mention in the the hope of radiating a
little light back onto myself – I was after all a failure. Despite all I am now
married to a beautiful girl from Sibiria: Victoriya Aleksandrovna. I constructed my first machine about
seven years ago to impress my daughter: „Look what daddy is able to assemble with a
piece of wood, an electric motor, two feathers and some wire.“ The essence of my
machines is a recalcitrant poetry; a rickety construction rising to the status of
mechanical uncertainty – a gift which is a constant marvel to me. For years schooled and drilled to work,
shape, polish and to mill down to that thousendth of an millimeter, I find these squalid
objects, which reward me with the most graceful of motions, to be the late revenge upon
the micrometer. Always on the verge of being choked off
or hung up, every machine is inscribed with a manifest for failure – but some how it
jolts itself along and wiggles onward- as in real life. |
I conduct business – the
„Kontor Staretz“, texts and machines – as a one-man-band with drum set in
the basement and a flamingo fountain on the landing. Here is where I write my texts; if
the words won´t come to mind I move three steps to the mechanical workplace and mess
around with a machine. Out of this situation it is obvious that more machines are created
than text. The exhibition space at the Kontor is becoming overgrown with a pile of wire;
passersby are becoming increasingly impatient- thus I opened the Kontor in May this year,
but shoved Tillman Kaiser, of whose work (painting, printing) I am fascinated and
confident of, ahead. Coming up next could possibly be an
exhibition of a young fashion designer. Just purchased two slightly used clothes
mannequins. The things retain the Babarella style of the 60´s, but that is another story. That´s enough to start
with, should well be enough, kind regards |
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