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There is only a fine line between the sane and the insane.*

Not far from Schöppingen, just 65 km away, is a boardinghouse called Entenhausen (German for Duckburg). I wanted to know where googlemaps located the residence of Gyro Gearloose and now feel encouraged that there are connections between Schöppingen and Entenhausen. Long before the “Haarballen” project made people in the Münsterland region turn grey, Gyro Gearloose, the universal genius, had already invented the hairy handle (!). An invention for winter, whereas ‘Haarballen’ deals with the possibilities of the material during summer season
I have a theory : Bernd Möllenkotte, head of the Möllenkotte agricultural contractor, is a direct descendant of Gyro Gearloose. Evidence speaks for itself: apart from structural conformities and geographical similarities between the Gearloose workshop on the outskirts of Entenhausen and the Möllenkotte Empire at Schöppingen’s city limit, the portraits of the two could easily be hung next to each other in an ancestral gallery. There’s only a generation and a half between them. Apart from the fact that the first name Daniel (i.e. Gyro’s German name) is one of the most common first names in Münsterland and can therefore be interpreted as a further indication of the famous inventor’s origin.
Since April, Gearloose’s motto “Nothing to fear for an engineer” has accompanied the development process of the hairball press. The construction phase has not yet been completed …

*freely adapted by Gyro Gearloose (Daniel Düsentrieb), engineer and inventor

Behind closes lids

In the fourth month, it is becoming harder to separate reverie and dreams. Hair strands dance behind my closed eyelids. Sweet curls meet in an endless round dance, curl and wrap around each other, only to separate again with a twist – a hairy flurry, accompanied by the sound of a minuet played on a cembalo. Even the pattern on the shower curtain, a stylized fingerprint, seems to be formed by strands of hair. Perhaps my retina has turned into a hairnet and is now constantly projecting patterns onto the visual surface behind my closed eyelids – as if to buy a new wallpaper to view the world. Read More

The silence of the hair

Today is marksmen’s festival (German and Swiss tradition; festivity, featuring a target shooting competition). Another one, probably the last of those all weekend festivities, following the four-quarter-time. Read More

Seventeen Days

When seventeen days are counted, a man will wake up in the morning of the eighteenth day and his hair, long or short, grey or blond, curly or smooth, will line his head on the pillow. If ever he lifts his head, they won’t follow the movement. Wind might blow them away, as they have no roots. Where once was the human head, there will be an empty space on the pillow. Read More

Hila donates hair

Hila, a Beijing based visual artist, arrived yesterday night after a long trip from China at Künstlerdorf Schöppingen.
At our first meeting Hila donates a strand of hair.

Hair in soup

Beatrice has short, dark hair. Small, firm curls frame her face. Not one of them moves, even if the wind makes the giant wings of the steel towers on the Schöppinger Berg vibrate. The pictures of her with shoulder-length hair were taken only recently. She had tamed her full hair into a myriad of small dense pigtails. Braiding her hair, strand by strand, had kept her for hours glued on a chair. Two years ago, the weight of all that hair disappeared with the help of scissors. Since then she feels free. Read More

“In this world nothing ever perishes. Bones become grasses or flowers again or I don’t know what – which makes me wonder what happens to our thoughts? They shouldn’t be wasted either.

Judith Kerr, 24.6.1923 – 22.5.2019, author of youth & children’s books, graphic artist. Emigrated as a child with her family from Nazi Germany