plans are being made and pieces reworked. this acquired another layer. gridded in the process it points to the future. illegible for the time being (form, so variable, just look at it)
Two discussions and almost a week since my last thinking back to. Rather than a moving train it is now my sofa, a coffee, some music and a bowl full of duck down nearby. Okay… a sunny Saturday and my joy at getting out of town. Of being able to run around a stretch of […]
Noone had come past since I walked up this path a few hours ago. And still: as soon as I placed the string across the path I became anxious that someone would come by and discover my little personal performance. Also: I had simply blocked the path with a string and things hanging off it […]
Walking up another bend further. The air cools and I anticipate the open heathland ahead. The wind is more noticeable and I feel cool air on my sweaty head. Where is the string. How far can I remove myself from it. Do I lose attachment. Do I stop caring. I must ensure that none of […]
… one of the sights and events this city offers (the other one only rarely). even on a birthday night. (unfortunately: no flying bats were seen)
you can almost hear it as a german noun, no?! just one long word instead of four.
that there’s so much wood in this year’s art. today: with fog. that never cleared. all day long. and more to come. tomorrow and the day after. and possibly the day after that too. weather that belongs to some woods and not others.