Mike has been working on remaking our website for some time now, so here's a launch of
www.thismonthonly.ca
take a peak!
THANKS HELLE FOR KNOCKING MY BLOCK BACK ON
for 9 timer siden
onsdag den 9. februar 2011
søndag den 6. februar 2011
tirsdag den 18. januar 2011
Land of Bruno S, August Sander, Sebald and Me
I have moved away from home once again. Now I am living with Mike in Berlin in my parents lovely 2 floor apartment with a bright and spacious attic, in the quite peculiar neighbourhood Wedding. It is sort of run-down industrial-immigrant-working class-but potentially growing hip area, where the Döner Kebab is 2 € and the big-size beer is 1 €. Strange transitions the new year starts out offering me, and I have a feeling that this forecasts all of 2011 which is exciting and scary. Most of the time I am quite exhilarated, although it is sometimes a challenge to keep the head cool with all the moving around and making plans. Luckily I have grandmothers to call and keep me focused, and still brighter spring-like days and bikerides to clear my head. In spring I will be going to Toronto again to work with PDA and I am looking forward to having concrete, hands-on, creative projects at hand, hopefully remove some of the heavy- thought activity clouding my vision and inject the new year with same ecstatic excitement and productivity that Toronto induced me with last year.
Oh, I met a friend at the ferry to Berlin:
Mike is photographing in Wedding and Christiania
We went to a very random and strange museum about the Stasi-methods in DDR:
Berlin is strange, wonderful and so full of stories, and it is weird for me to be so alone in a city, since in Copenhagen as well as Toronto I always have lots of people around me that I know. It is definitely a city you never grow tired of visiting, just by the fact of looking at the Berliners' faces and the buildings and stores and little cobbled stones turned into memorials. Curry wurst and Sauerkraut!
I finished editing some videos. I really like the Soffie Viemose one, cause her voice in it gives me the same kind of chills down the neck as it does in real life (when she sings that is, not all the time, like..)
Did I show this one about the Drive-In car?
lørdag den 4. december 2010
Germany countdown
Amazing fall of industrial age-melancholy by Berndt und Hilla Becher
Workers by August Sander (Germany round 1939):
Incredible contemporaries: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison
Incredible contemporaries: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison
fredag den 3. december 2010
tirsdag den 30. november 2010
Planes and ferries, gum factories, photographs, meatballs in curry...
It's difficult to start posting again after having neglected it for a while, like calling up someone you once knew and haven't talked to for a while. Here we go:
Planes and Ferries: I have been to Brussels with Soffie Viemose and Victor to play at a swanky gallery for the Danish Institute. Everything went wrong the first day. Metro gulped us up in the middle of nowhere, refusing to take us to the airport in the snowstorm at 4.30 saturday morning. Got taxi after 20 minutes. Almost died of stress trying to catch the plane in time, was stuck onboard of plane for 5 (!!!) hours while someone (???) was determining whether we could fly or not cause to snow. We flew. Brussels greeted us with slightly more friendly weather but unfriendly taxi drivers who didn't wanted to bother taking us 15 minutes up the street with all our gear. The gig went well, I had made video of little blimps flying past foam clouds, all my porcelain figures out into the snow, and found that old piece of footage from the bar This Month Only in the Junction. Afterward we were euphoric and went hiking the streets, but ended up getting falafel and going back to sleep.
After having read Austerlitz by W.G. Sebald (Highly recommendable) i dwell into the structural trauma/melancholy of Europa and this book has definitely given rise to even more romantic ideas of the phenomenology of travel - especially the slow kind. This guy, Austerlitz, travels round Europa by train in search of his lost identity, while displacement and no sense of belonging slowly breaks him down - I will tell no more. Read It! I am trying to copy his style, writing about restless souls in love, on ferries stuck on the ocean, Oh well: David Lynch proclaimed he didn't have his first real original idea till he was 21! I guess I'm still kind of waiting.
Although (photographs)
I have just finished my very first interview of an exile/photography project, which is somewhat approaching the core of my curiosity for understanding memory. Patricia from Chile showed me her family photographs and we talked about landscapes, kids and new lives. She said many clever things and I got a glimpse into her existence and past, although I've only met her once before 5 years ago. I am thrilled about photography's ability to generate stories, to evoke emotions of belonging - even though it's the life of someone else. Verstehen: That is the empathetic insight into the Other, according to Max Weber. I am finally compelled and intrigued by this project, seing the threads of all my previous work on memory and identity gathering into a new direction - one of interacting with the memories of others.
Laptops and meatballs: My dad made amazing meatballs in curry tonight, and we had dinner in the kitchen. My dad travels to Shanghai tomorrow to tell the world's biggest chewing gum factory, Wrigley's, to save some more energy. I made him a red leather-bound travel book with my stories, my blimps, and a totally random photo I found from my grandma's boxes showing my grandpa in front of a giant Wrigley's commercial (probably from a business trip to London in the 50's). Such are the weird little coincidences... This is my dad's night table:
Here we go!
Kaerlig hilsen.
Planes and Ferries: I have been to Brussels with Soffie Viemose and Victor to play at a swanky gallery for the Danish Institute. Everything went wrong the first day. Metro gulped us up in the middle of nowhere, refusing to take us to the airport in the snowstorm at 4.30 saturday morning. Got taxi after 20 minutes. Almost died of stress trying to catch the plane in time, was stuck onboard of plane for 5 (!!!) hours while someone (???) was determining whether we could fly or not cause to snow. We flew. Brussels greeted us with slightly more friendly weather but unfriendly taxi drivers who didn't wanted to bother taking us 15 minutes up the street with all our gear. The gig went well, I had made video of little blimps flying past foam clouds, all my porcelain figures out into the snow, and found that old piece of footage from the bar This Month Only in the Junction. Afterward we were euphoric and went hiking the streets, but ended up getting falafel and going back to sleep.
After having read Austerlitz by W.G. Sebald (Highly recommendable) i dwell into the structural trauma/melancholy of Europa and this book has definitely given rise to even more romantic ideas of the phenomenology of travel - especially the slow kind. This guy, Austerlitz, travels round Europa by train in search of his lost identity, while displacement and no sense of belonging slowly breaks him down - I will tell no more. Read It! I am trying to copy his style, writing about restless souls in love, on ferries stuck on the ocean, Oh well: David Lynch proclaimed he didn't have his first real original idea till he was 21! I guess I'm still kind of waiting.
Although (photographs)
I have just finished my very first interview of an exile/photography project, which is somewhat approaching the core of my curiosity for understanding memory. Patricia from Chile showed me her family photographs and we talked about landscapes, kids and new lives. She said many clever things and I got a glimpse into her existence and past, although I've only met her once before 5 years ago. I am thrilled about photography's ability to generate stories, to evoke emotions of belonging - even though it's the life of someone else. Verstehen: That is the empathetic insight into the Other, according to Max Weber. I am finally compelled and intrigued by this project, seing the threads of all my previous work on memory and identity gathering into a new direction - one of interacting with the memories of others.
Laptops and meatballs: My dad made amazing meatballs in curry tonight, and we had dinner in the kitchen. My dad travels to Shanghai tomorrow to tell the world's biggest chewing gum factory, Wrigley's, to save some more energy. I made him a red leather-bound travel book with my stories, my blimps, and a totally random photo I found from my grandma's boxes showing my grandpa in front of a giant Wrigley's commercial (probably from a business trip to London in the 50's). Such are the weird little coincidences... This is my dad's night table:
Here we go!
Kaerlig hilsen.
tirsdag den 16. november 2010
tirsdag den 9. november 2010
lørdag den 23. oktober 2010
Abonner på:
Indlæg (Atom)