Die Frau, die zu Fusse harrt
In Gedenken an eine bessere Zeit
Die nie gelebte Zeit
Who follow us already know about our move to Phnom Penh.
The ones who are too slow or busy or just ignore us, here summarised all answers to your questions.
For everyone else, don’t watch!!
Thank you for Tedd Nash Pomaski and Vanntin Hoeurn for having our back! With Long Soch, Tokla Soch, Pomsen SP, Orong Svay.
Thank you always for your madness to support and collaborate with us Yab Moung Records, RedFang, Cloud, Bong The Gallery.
Vartey Ganiva & Timon Seibel for making this move the best beginning you can wish for \m/
I imagine I am not branded by culture.
That I was not pulled out of the nature’s womb.
Burnt with the filthy mark, the delusional idea, the illusion of humanity.
Spanked. Registered. Blessed and baptised.
Registered and incorporated.
I imagine there is no default setting.
No preset values.
I imagine there is no evaluation.
I imagine I watch some humans burning plastic.
And there would be no compulsion to judge,
to name and claim my default supremacy.
The first value and power of culture is supremacy.
“My (cultural) territory is better than yours.”
Culture is war.
War is culture.
I imagine I would not empty-headed consult my hegemony of descent.
Why they, the others, do that, why these subhuman beings do THIS,
what we have overcome already, what WE have proven wrong, nonsense, and non sequitur.
What we have shared to the world already, out of cynical generosity.
Why they hold us back.
Why they don’t do it our way, my way.
Why they have to be different, hold us back, and eventually will destroy us!
Why they can not just subordinate!
It would make things so much easier.
And from this default I have to fight, every time, each feeling of disgust.
To deconstruct, tear apart my cultural blindness and resultant parochialism.
To reach empathy.
Culture is toxic waste, and the strongest leverage of lobbying.
Imagine there is no human concept of culture.
I would not ask myself why, but I would ask why, to understand how my perception and empirical model does fit in, not to improve, not to change, but to grow, not personally, not financially, not for power, but for understanding.
There would be instant compassion instead of default ignorance.
And communication would search for alliance and not to teach the tribe a lesson.
Subculture is dead.
The throne of metaculture shall burn!
It’s hot it’s time
New collection – April 2019
MYD in the Penh!
Last weekend the core team of COMMIT CREATION, Kayo and Florian, and therefore also of METAL YOUR DAY has moved to Phnom Penh, closer to the metal bands we support, the metal label we collaborate with and other galleries and artists we will grow with.
We left behind HIDDEN HOUSE, a freshly founded space for arts / artist residency / performance venue, in partnership with Tedd Nash Pomaski, who will show you his brushes and curative strokes soon.
What is all this suddenly?!!!
We will bring more light to our activities as soon we have settled.
Thank you so far to all supporters and new supporters, without you we could maybe have still done it, as we need more to sustain on you, but we might have given up already, thank you for your engaging and passionate participation.
More coming soon, wait for it, it’s worth the waste \m/
Metal Your Day!