some London tea-impressions

(Some random London Tea: at Apostrophe, Strand 215, next to the Twinings Shop in number 216, Michael Graves' kettle at the Victoria and Albert Museum, Exhibition Road, tea, fancy Earl Grey with blue flowers at the Tate Modern, breakfast at Le Pain Quotidien near Waterloo station.)

summersomething

all the modern things like cars and such have always existed they've just been waiting in a mountain for the right moment listening to the irritating noises of dinosaurs and people dabbling outside all the modern things have always existed they've just been waiting to come out and multiply and take over it's their turn now...

(björk)

the song has been haunting me in my head for quite a while now. I just like to picture it (in a lego kind of way)

It's summer.
summer multiplies my usual amount of thinking by 21. emptyness again.
It's hard for me to do nothing at all, still have the feeling that I haven't arrived anywhere and that actually I'm not going anywhere. I'm feeling blury and my perceptions and feelings are blury.

Paris has been great, I love the city the people we met the language the heat.. most of all I love the persons I am with

London started off lonely. its name suggested it already.. I realised that I cannot travel alone. First I thought it were the city I couldn't stand but no, London is nice. It's being lost and lonely that makes me doubt the myself and the world. The label "home" has to undergo a shift in meaning: home is an abstract place with people around who understand me, not necessarily know me yet, but people who believe in opening their hearts and minds as I do. Only with the knowledge that I can come back to people like that I am able to experience alone not only as lonely

Antwerp was sundayrelaxing and mondaystress. I was glad to leave the city for a while. and I miss it already. Lately it carried too much of a connotation of meanman, stress and disruption, the taste of its name got bitter on my tongue. But Antwerp in summer is great... Summer in the city

Tuesday was Trainday. left at 5.45 am and arrived at 6.30 pm. I spent the time sleeping. It is such a special kind of sleep.. knowing that you are being carried from your one life into your other, seeing and feeling that movement only in tatters... I like my traindays.. yes they are so annoying but I would not want to miss them

Austria now. It's so green. During the year my eyes forget how many shades of green they can perceive.. summer after summer they learn it again. I'm meeting old friends enjoying my family my cat books under the walnuttree storms and stars.
but my head has not yet completely arrived

...though I've stopped thinking that that is actually something I should still be waiting for ;)

I want to build a lego town. like I used to in younger summers. and build all the modern things and the dinoaurs and figure out how to sensibly unify them.. break down the boarders and be a child of summer...

summersomethingreportanddream.

Réflexions sur l'art/l'etre/peut-etre actuel

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Some post-Paris thoughts and impressions. I used magazines found in Paris and some prints of photos taken there. (I also still had some tiny prints of Jean-Poil, but I guess 4 more cats on there would have been too much.) Well, the woman is not only in the main focus of the collage, she reflects this strange, feminist zeal in me which has been growing in the past months... Alison Bechdel's Dykes and Sarah Waters' interview, several incidents on the street, the exposition Elles at Centre Pompidou... well, it's all around. Many times I've started to laugh when I caught myself thinking in this oh-so-strange and unfamiliar revolutionary way...
:) see, this is what I mean. To see these sentences actually written down does not make them seem a lot less ridiculous than in my head. And yet- why not just try out? See where these impulses will lead me to? Collage-making really fits together with this idea nicely. It is so difficult to find or make anything completely new, it seems a lot of times that the only possible way to be creative in all this mess is to re-use things, re-model old roles and ideas. This is what a collage allows you to do: Work with gathered impressions and materials to eventually shape them into something completely new. Playing with little parts and pieces and memories and feminisms.

Voila: Reflexions sur l'art/ l'etre/ peut-etre actuel.
(Je suis une femme/ pour le meilleur/ sans doute bien cherche./ Dans la tete / Dans mon coeur)