Typophoto workshop

http://typophoto2009krisztaklebercz.blogspot.com/

második felvonás

Finished(Developing) cellworld - Bologna 2.0

Termékeny vasárnap

Summer notebook - light

Fleabook

Book for a bike addict

Kisberény

Photos from a small village near Lake Balaton.
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Tíz éve jártam itt utoljára, de azóta mit sem változott a környék.
Végre egy kis analóg fotó, egy csodaszép géppel.

Curious

A project between MOME and an art school in Ravensburg, about opening the border in 1989.
Impressions from different peoples from different cultures. I enjoyed it so much! We made this poster together with Katrin Degenkolb. We sent each phases by e-mail, so we didn't meet. I hope we will once. It was very exciting to work with somebody who you don't know.
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Határátlépések. A MOME és a ravensburgi egyetem közös projektje az 1989-es határnyitásról. A projekt egy tudományos kutatás része volt, hogyan éltük meg a rendszerváltást és az ezzel járó szabadságot, Németországban és Magyarországon. A plakátot Katrin Degenkolb-al készítettük közösen, de egyszer sem találkoztunk, csak e-mailen küldözgettük az egyes fázisokat.
Nagyon élveztem a közreműködést.

Experimental poetry - Tóth Árpád

Kedvenc versem szóképekben. Tóth Árpád: Lélektől lélekig
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My favourite poem in text images.

TO SOUL

A billion miles or more it came to me
across the chill, black darknesses of space.
Thousands of years it sped untiringly
with non to rack off its celestial race.

Its heavenly message has arrived at last,
safe in my sight from wandering though the skies,
and dies content when I upon it cast
the coffin-cover of my weary eyes.

But through prismatic crystals lured and bent
the self-same ray reveals its parent flame,
and gives us news of many an element
related to our eart and my sad frame.

I drink it in. Locked in my veins it throbs.
And dreamily, in silence, I can feel
what ancient sorrow to my blood it sobs,
when timeless griefs the heavens to earth reveal.

Perhaps the stars feel pangs of lonely heat,
being a million orphans lost in space?
Perhaps they mourn because we cannot meet
across the icy night through which we pace?

Why weep, O star? No further do you stand
that human heart of earth from human heart.
Ah, who can tell if, at my own right hand,
my friends, or Sirius, move more apart?

Alas for friendship, and alas for love!
Alas for the ipervious road from soul to soul!
Rays from our weary eyes unceasing move,
but icy voids of nihgt between us roll.

Magic car

Balance – játék

A boardgame for practice situations from the everyday life .
Co-production with Zsófi Perger.
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Balance társasjáték mindenkinek, szituációkkal az életből. Az nyer, aki a legjobban, legkonstruktívabban oldja meg a felmerülő problémákat.

Leaden letters

Once upon a time there were leaden letters...
and those are still beautiful.
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Nagyon rég szerettem volna már kipróbálni a kéziszedést