old news

http://streetart.berlinpiraten.de/top-urban-art-fotografen-2/

ist schon länger her, dass diese sache online ging, jedoch wollte ich mal einfach danke sagen für die netten worte über mein tun, wer auch immer dahinter steckt. thanx!


m.

...streets don´t lie...

ein kleiner ausschnitt über die krankheit drogensucht, aus meinem fotografischen langzeitprojekt, ist im neuen "DATUM" erschienen. bei dieser serie handelt es sich um die drogensucht im öffentlichen raum. wo ihr die novemberausgabe des magazins bekommt, erfahrt ihr auf www.datum.at

ein preview vom bericht ist unter diesem link zu sehen
>>> http://www.datum.at/1109/stories/6002138


"Wir lernen die Menschen nicht kennen, wenn sie zu uns kommen, wir müssen zu ihnen gehen, um zu erfahren, wie es mit ihnen steht." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe



yours
m.

life in loops

meine zweite empfehlung des heuteigen tages (damit es hier nicht nur um fotos geht) wie folgt:

es ist ein film remix von "Megacities" mit einem grandiosen schnitt und musikalischer untermalung (von den sofa surfers). ich habe den remix genossen. man muss sich allerdings auf eine visuelle reise einlassen und nicht den üblichen kinokram erwarten! powerful!



für mehr info http://www.lifeinloops.com/


yours

m.

Back to Cybereality...

der winter hat seine kollegen vertrieben und somit überlegt es sich zweimal ob man tatsächlichen einen fuss vors haus setzt, gerade wenn es nicht unbedingt sein muss. man sieht, die traumatisierung durch das beschissene wetter, liegt mir in den knochen, denn ich widme mich meinem blog.
heute ist so ein tag, daheim bleiben und viel arbeit nachholen, die sich durch die sehr gute laune des wettergottes, einfach nicht erledigen ließ. daher starte ich meine cyberaktivitäten in ungewohntem stile. auf deutsch und gleich ohne foto, ohne lyric. der sommer war fresh, viel erlebt, viele interessante und zugleich bewegende geschichten gehört (zudenen ich später noch kommen werde). von ereignissen, was mir so begegnet, bishin zu projekten oder auch einfach nur mal einem snapshot, werde ich hier sofern es der hustle erlaubt, a wengerl raussickern lassen, aber zuerst folgen taten bzw vollendete tatsachen. bis dahin bzw als "jausn" dazwischen, werde ich versuchen meinen treuen freunden auch sachen zu zeigen die ich ausserhalb meiner fotografie, fresh und wissenswert finde. hier eine wirklich gelungene doku über "New Yorks Geheimgesellschaften", meiner meinung nach eine extrem spannende thematik.



für jene die mehr erfahren möchten gibt es weitere staffeln. von london, budapest bis äthiopien mehr info findet man unter >>> http://www.history.de/aktuelles/unter-den-metropolen-3-staffel.html

enjoy!

m.


ps.: die rechtschreibfehler könnt ihr euch behalten... (der ungar darf das)

illusion reloaded

summertime is the time to rotate...can´t wait to see all my brothers and sisters at the lakeside ... today morning i´ve been chosen an old photo, an interpretation of mine to the intro lyric of Rusko 'Cockney Thug'...

"When your spirit is floating down that tunnel towards the light, you know what's behind the light? It's not God, it's me. And I'm gonna kick your poncy soul all the way back down the tunnel till you choke on your own fucked up ribs. NOW, WAKE THE FUCK UP!"


on the road again...

peace
yours
m

albin ray vs. mihály c.

...somewhere again...no time for feeding my blog with thoughts and works...so here is a little update by the ghost himself. check > http://rayalbin.blogspot.com/

stay tuned, things are goin´on!

yours
m.

from the burrow to the streets

creeping through the tunnels, home alone, far away from any exit, time was standig, for a moment. yesss, again on my way, feeding my brain, inhaleing the atmosphere of the underground. most of the series i´m working on, bores me after a while. somehow, there is in every series a little pressure if you try to keep it straight with leitmotif and special limits. this photo i´ve shot in a strange situation - tired and thirsty, no signs, no footprints in the heavy dust, i nearly didn´t recognize what an amazing part of the tunnels i´ve been arrived. nearly passing this corner i had to go back, but i could´t enjoy and discover it, because the first subways were going into traffic in some minutes...click clack - one shot...conserving this beauty, and taking a fast walk to the next exit. 350 meters to walk, focusing on the holes in the wall, while the rails were whispering silently, becoming louder and louder. back again on the streets, some birds were singing but the city was still sleeping. The last partypeople were tottering to the subway station, except me, I was coming from there. Enjoying the dawn, tired and happy i decided to go home by foot.

inhale it
yours
m.

breaking the cave

overload & restless from everydays machinery, my lungs and brain were longing for fresh air to breathe. working on several series, some tragedies etc. near to insomnia, i was missing the good air, the nature, the lakeside at my hometown, where my heart is at. - my point of rest. so my better half and me took our bags and rolled out...What was planned as a break from all, endend in a lots of shots, and a series about the great chimneys in my hometown...while walking through the wine yards and hills i was so happy about the blue sky so my permanent perspective was like this photo shows... chimneys rules!

...i guess this lovely series and other works, will follow on my website - one day...

peace
m.

the only solution

...confrontation and conviction...

it was a huge exhibition full of cocaine noses, in an old bakery factory.
the art-scene was celebrating another trivial party about 99% bullshit.
big discussions about nothing echos through these big halls, filled with " kiss kiss, how are you darling"´s, actually i was enjoying this kind of theater. in a silent moment, i felt the calm before a storm, so i had to take out my camera, i felt, something crazy will happen. than a door was cracking and a black shadow was flying through this hall. without any consideration he pulled out his flashing sword and started.....

...all i perceive i turn into reality...

yours m.



a statement by albin ray isn´t set yet.

war of information

...i feel something scribing my mind,
so i have to enter the tracks, to find a relax,
feeling a storm is coming, though holding on
and than, a moment of peace...
...breathing deeply!...

when the rails sing, everything seems so clear...
..................................................yours m.

...enjoy...

thisone is especially for a good friend of mine, struggleing with a brutal disease.
take this shot and i hope it brings a little sunshine to your heart buddy!

be stong & remember your dreams!

yours
m

power of nostalgia

...stories in the streets are not just written on the walls, or on trains rolling through the city... citykids are playing their games on the concrete, surrounded by smog and crime makes them resistant, rough and creative. they know how to act...reminice...back in the days in the late 80ies, me and my kiddy gang, were playing soccer between dirt, inhaling citydust. - but sun was always shining when we were kicking that ball, or even just find something to explore. only just few steps from our playground there was a trainyard. sometimes we were bored and we stepped through that magnetic hole in the fence, jumped up on the first train standing next to the wall. we spent a lot of time with chilling between the oily tracks and metal giants and we knew, it was better than cinema. becoming older, throwing stones and showing our naked asses to passing trains, bored us and the whole yard was explored in its smallest details. beer and cigarettes while playing cards in the sleeping trains, was definitly the selfevident thing for us to do. we spent weeks and weekends there with just hanging around. sometimes the smokeclouds were just fading away, out of the train, like smoke signals for indians on the top of a hill. days and nights we were spinning around at the track 11, our spot, in other words "tree house". one day our daily routine was interrupted by a strong smell and strange noises. our senses were activated and carfully we risked a look through the open doors of the train. through the darkness, we were not able to see it clearly, there were some silhouettes moving in the moonlight. we observed, as long as these ghosts has left through the dark. as the situation was clear, we stepped down and walked between the trains to that spot where this magic happend. we were stoked, it was something new, something what started to process in me & sparked a fire in in my soul...the rest is my history...

...my first contact and the beginning of a story which designates the tracks of my life...


yours
mihály c.

lion on the roof

while people were sleeping, a ghost was flying over the cityroofs and finished a silent war...hunting a dream?...long time i was watching on my everydays way, a quiet battle between two writers, on that roof. "Feel" dropped the first bomb, a great color t-up, some weeks later, a toy couldn´t bridle his ego, so he dropped an unimposing something over feel´s bomb. days later, "F" went back to tidy up his spot with a color t-up, to shine on. but toys act calculable, so he went back to continue his beef, and dropped a chrome something over the colors...mhhh, weeks later, there was this something, three layers of a silent mess were left...a battlefield smoked out, on one of the most freqeunted streets of vienna...til a third name came to put an end to that mess...


a quiet writing,
shines over the city roofs,
proudly, the name is standing alone,
in the moon or even sun,
til everybodies gloom has been wounded,
by the actions fortitude.
for a moment,
these colors were embracing my soul,
how it shines so bold,
it makes bored souls alive,
for a thought or an emotion,
convict! -
because it´s not allowed.
a very short story,
telling us something about a life,
most of us can´t imagine,
and only few are chosen to recognize,
the rest is damned for a lifetime.

somebody stepped out of the frame
...energy...

yours m.

Lost Words Reloaded

...on my way...i heard them, whispering, shaking the spraycan and then the noise of a closing door. - they where there!


"some call ´dem ghosts
some call ´dem expectations"


working whith ghosts is a bold venture.
check >www.rayalbin.blogspot.com<

yours m.

Ben Hur

a sweet sound in my dreams appeared,
a new dimension, new galaxy was opening its gates.
accepting the invitation, tracks of gold were leading my way.
my heartbeat became one with the steps i made.
i started to see, to feel, to listen,
and i realised, it all makes a sense,
to follow the way, my heart navigates.
at the end of these tracks of gold, there was a train,
i jumped up, loading my bow with an arrow,
and my piece was flaming, forever,
like a white flag for a deathsman.
awakening, the dream fades away,
reality was hard to accept,
though i had to, a memory reminds me,
that i´m free, as far as i belive!

yours
m.

...close your eyes to see it clearly...

Lost Words pt.2

words building a bridge of thoughts i have to follow through those lost spaces...on my way...


"I run away,
though i can´t get away from myself
a body two hearts
split tongue
it takes no end
forever escaping
finally i´m becoming
animal, plant, letter, line

b.ily 11/08"



peace m.

illusion

.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."eine illusion" a beat by "box for your ego" inspired me to a photographic interpretation. yours m.

Lost Words

on my way...abandoned words somewhere behind a hole in the fence.
...read between the lines...


m.

portrait of the phantom

let me indroduce you the phantom.

portraits are very important for a photographer. it´s up to him to work out the individual face of a person and conserve it. a pic can tell you more than words...something about his person: king, allcity, better than you, came from another planet to kick the world in it´s ass...any questions?

by the way, surreptitious advertising is a good thing.

yours m.

surf-ace

as you maybe recognized, i was a bit wordless in the last days. as MOST of us, i do also have a life. office hustleing, school, wifey and lots of other commitments. working out some new ideas, leaving the tracks, exploring new spaces, shootings etc, so the philosphic part of my brain was crushing in a thing called life. back from death, though my demons brought me to take a break and go for a walk, put my finger on the trigger, to escape from all. at this point i should upload nearly hundreds of new photos...but i´m not into penetrating out my lovely work for you bastards...my little demon says, you are not worth it, hell yeah :) yours m.

...don´t take things too serious...

wonder or realise

"IT'S A TOSS-UP WHEN YOU DECIDE TO LEAVE THE BEATEN TRACK.

MANY ARE CALLED, BUT FEW ARE CHOSEN."

W. Somerset Maugham

players game

...man can´t feel what man can´t understand...

yours
mihály c.

ANGEL DUST

...angels are falling down from heaven...i put this foto up on my myspace even if it´s not a typical mihály c. shot. for sure i had to hit it in the photoshop, but no cuts! SD, thank you for the frame. in this picture i don´t want to read more stories than the intro, either it tells you a story or not, let it be yours for a moment (if you like it). mihály c. without any further thoughts, just enjoying this pic. peace

destiny´s call

a one-shot cityreview. a shooting which changed my life. this one photo reflects all the emotions which were embracing me through these days. all these clean actionshots i couldn´t feel after that thrilling at the same time liberating run, after which i was feeling near at my end.

the years on the trackside learned me a lot. people who know me, also know that i was never the kind of (interrail) fanatic writer, hunting all the spots or types of subways and collecting panels and wholecars like pokemone-cards. - for me it was always more spiritual, a thing what happened in my hood, in my city, sometimes it happend sometimes not, although having a life without it.

this time i decided to visit paris, listen to the people there, to the city and its noises in the tunnels.

the trip itself wasn´t such a great effort as expected somehow. though in it´s little details, it was a good trip & a very great experience. a good time with real people. This time i became a part of a fast story with one of my best friends (mr manü) who learned me a lot in these days. as i maybe sometimes wrote, i belive in the beauty of small things. for me, things must not be completed to be perfect. through the time, i have been learning to enjoy the progress, and it´s minimal details. - the experience itself. time and actions learned me, that at the end it all just fades away like a cloud, what stays is a core from all these deep impressions. sometimes we have to lose to win a new sight, we have to fall, to stand up. as easy at it sounds, as hard it is to find the balance in this progress. somewhere between this progress there is my lens, my soul.

people maybe prefere more pics to tell you a story, but these people also need hundreds of panels to "be" somebody. i´ve been finding my story in this one pic. maybe one day you will see some of this shots maybe not.

"time will tell".

m

human giant

we are living in an "me" society. friends becomes strangers, while hunting success and fame. loyalty becomes a foreign word and honesty becomes not selfevident. kindness will be counfounded with debility.

i´m thankful for a few true friends, but thisone is for a specialone. days like these remains me on what we do have, what it´s worth to fight for. I think we all have a mission, what we are here for, but mostly we are hunting dreams. we escape in action to feel ourselfves or just trying to become a part of something, because of inferiority complexes. belive me, i had and know that all, it´s nothing new. the point is, you will never do something new, if you are not honest to others rather to yourserlf. never forget, people know!

my photography is my lifestyle, i assimalte and activate with it. with my lens i´ve been rumbleing through lots of fakes.

m.

tunnels Chi

...the lost words...let this photo tell you in its own language. (a pic from the grind the 3rd series) freehandshot, m.

chameleons dawn view

i was overseeing these two pics so long, but in a calm moment i realised that they do have something special. - maybe its the calm itself, or is it the mystic redlight in both of the pics? maybe it´s just a photo without any thoughts behind... perspectives of nowhere... yours m.

rest vs. motion vs. energy

so often i catch myself perceiving things so common, as we used to adapt things in a movement. i tried to find some simple details and analyse them photographicly. it was a quick study and i´m happy with the result.

peace m.

grind the 3rd

we grew up in a society where the basics of our being are totally removed from our daily lives. our everydays are depending on services and we know nothing about providing for ourselves. my weapon against this fact is my drive for being creative, also to find out some tricks against the system. in the tunnels, you enter a space, where your senses are awakening...
at the end we just fade away & what remains are the memories and the power of what we´ve done. a forbidden experince? this picture is an homage to the underground. explore! calling from the underground. yours m.

by the way: greetings to the silhouetts.

survivers view

"...I feel like we travel to beat the map. Stop the time, slam the brakes, jump out the frame, find a new place without a name. New, at least to the white man, untouched and clean. I, soon find out, a man ain't no such a thing and the further we travel it begins to unravel. How the Europeans always wanted to be the king of the castle and how it effects all continents, how we lost respect and all common sense..."


this time a song by one of my favorite groups inspired me to do a combo.

peace
m

soul-freeze

i remember, the first of january was always a day of headache. this time it was different. i woke up early, with a smile on my face after a great party with some homies from childhood at my hometown. no stress, no anger, only good vibes and good people far away from any city. i had to enjoy this great energy which the newyear brought with its first morning. frozen off my ass, but being happy to go for a little walk in the vineyards, enjoying silence and the good air. here my impressions from that great morning. wish you all a good year. peace M.C.

when the rails sing

"in this one moment everything is real". i guess each of us knows those moments, when you are done, tired as f*** though thankful for all. this time i´m out of words. so let this graphicarty photo (in which style i´m usually not into) tell you a little story. stay fresh and all the best for 2009. callings from the underground. Mihály C

homage to flava

i shoot this combination in miskolc/hungary, while i was visiting good friends there and had some fun. creeping through the silent backtstreets of this amazing city, the flava of the streets and backyards were embracing me. through this journey i recognized again, that all you perceive you turn into reality. it´s not easy to go away from shooting straight. i always try step back and analyse. if the ambienece is good, i mostly try to feel and breath it, sometimes it works, sometime it doesn´t, you can´t force it.

The ambience is a thing which influences the whole being til menthality & it goes so deep into your soul, you can even recognize it in others style. - if they grew up on the trackside or on legal walls. peace m.

christ-mess feelings

the last days i was bit confused, ´cause somehow i had that feeling, that i´ve to feel something special, just because it´s christmas. honestly i was feeling shit. on the way to my work i just saw people becoming crazy, stressy and angry, because they are living an illusion, that they have to buy something special for somebody, to become something special. i´m pretty cool down, but this fake plastic love, i can´t agree. i´m looking forward to have a nice evening with my parents and enjoy being together, without any cash bought "love". enjoy being together with whom you share your christmas-eve, or just be thankful for being healthy, because it´s not self-evident. peace m.

the deal with sorrow

there are times when u are riding high, everything goes straight, but a punch by destiny knocks you down. the pain is rooted so deep in your soul, even you forget to breath. - it´s called reality. let the pictures tell you a story about it. the confrontation by catching this photographics than stitching them togehter to get a view about how i feel, was an important progress for me.

dedicated to my grandfather in loving memory

m.

glory of constancy

i guess this photo, is one of the main reasons why i try to dig deep instead of climbing mountains. an oldie but goldie. what starts with going 8 levels deep at the beginning, ends with 10 levels up. i remember taking that chance, while a building worker forgot to close the door. i thought it will be a subwaytunnel, but while i was going deeper and deeper, level for level, the idea of a the subwaytunnel evaporates. after arriving on the ground it was damn dark, but behind the corner there was light. i heared no voices, so i decided to go on - and than the moment of fascination - all the rush fades away - silence with the best beat ever, the heartbeat. i started to walk, watching back, but i could´t turn back......trust your senses, and follow your heart. "calling from the undergrund" m.

resistance! graff-attitude exhibiton

this is a small review to the vernissage of our exhibition in museumsquartier / palyfm in vienna. my mate "el lasso" and me had the idea to combine our both creativity. i always wanted to go ahead - pushing it to the next limit, through the creative energy, i was blessed with through my passion "graffiti". so my idea was, to take my underground rooted urban photographics, print them on canvas to create a platform between writer/painter an the emotional photographics (mostly shooted around and in tunnels, subways, trains, etc.). lasso took the canvas, and started to paint on them. in this action, i had to be stong:), because my position was the photographer, to keep a clean separeted style, between the photocanvas and the paintings. both of us also presented some own stuff too. i had mixed feelings. didn´t know what to expect, if the crowd will like it or not. i enjoyed working with my brotha, it was a great progress for both of us. the vernissage, brought a lot unexpected. damn, a lots of peops were coming. "expect the unexpected"! ... in this case, thanks for all of ya & a special thanks to my man "danboe"! for mr. ramoe, a big "happy birthday" again, more pics are coming after the finissage. peace & love m.

through the silence...

the first time i went underground, i was scared to death. I felt the attraction of this space, i wanted to be there, to explore that, it was a mixture of fear, pressure but at the same time liberating. for me the underground is a place of silence. on my journey down there i was facing a lot of exiting situations, what makes me more content nowadays. so many unwritten stories, so many lost words i´ve find down there. this photo is a part of a collection at my exhibition with my mate "lasso". impressions of our exhibition coming soon here...stay tuned..and watch out for my project "calling from the underground"...peace m.

the kamikaze

i was thinking a lot, watching this pic. it´s so easy to understand, on the other side, so crazy to accept. a fatal system error...the resistant m.

space between

there´s a place where i´ve find my soul,
it´s an exit, ´cause sometimes life drives to fast,
you have to become slow.
for some its a home, for some just broke.
for me, who knows.

one love
m

deep solitary

thisone´s for my friend daniel. keep on keepin´on! a different day comes, another one goes. onelove, peace, m.

dead man walkin´

maybe some of you will understand, maybe not. - i think this picture isn´t as easy to understand. streets don´t lie. peace, m.

streets don´t lie

My project about drug addicted people in Vienna. I think it´s a very huge contrast in this city of glamour and luxury. The "Karplslatz" is one of the most freqeunted spots of tourists, police, culture, glamour and wannabe Mozarts. It´s a clash. You really feel the pressure and rush in the air. People try to hide behind their jacket or shawl, they fear the risk to take a look at those drug addicted humans. They fear reality...More pictures up on my-space. peace, m.

holy sanctimony

diggin´in the crates of my folders, i find two photos from the last carnival in mödling & i had to do a combo of them. as some of my friends may see, my blog started with unexpected phtograpics of mine, because i´m enjoying the exploring of my photo disposers, on the search of unusal shots of mine:)...expect the unexpected...mavericks to my urban imageing style will also follow (information of current projects,exhibitions etc.) just stay tuned. peace, m.c.

disturbin´ the peace

this is a shot from the last winter. it happened between running around in the icy city with my mate mr. magnet, during checking out some tunnels and yards to take some cool pics. we were nearly frozen, when this very strange dressed species walked through my picture. "Eyecancer", enough reason to go home, for a hot tee with rum. high five, peace,m.