Stefan Meier tells :
Thursday 17 February - Sunday 20 February 2011
Actually, it would be so nice to put a joke, which the inability of my computer indicates to insert the temperature difference between Lucerne and Stockholm. Unfortunately, it was fair but the power grid, which by its variations - well, the hard disk is suitable only as a digitally-controlled percussion instrument.
Therefore, the readers may forgive me, only now with large distance to the fair, still looking back at high speed. The memories are no longer fresh as a daisy, and a toxic cloud in anger has settled over it. Only arise so halt story worth telling.
It came the day of the preview - our expectations were subdued, we were quite clear that the Swedish audience also like based on the Swedish contributions. Nevertheless, it led to some interesting conversations yet - not least, we got even more late-night visit by the Swiss Embassy.
Netter, there were also several performistische intervention forces,
whenever the groups of visitors came to a halt in the box, someone looked past of which bring fresh attention to. The sculpture "What about longing and loneliness" by Dorota Lukianska in their views known as amoeba, was from me soon known as Monster Magnet. Not only that kept her on most people (closely followed by Andri Stadler Gross photography), as this audience was most remarkable. Remarkably probably not the precise term is: after 2 days I could have at the moment, if someone came around the corner, determined to say whether that person gets into the maelstrom.
Our fused in satisfied agreement host team of the evening. From left: Dorothy Lukianska, Andrew Stadler, Raphael Egli.
led inevitably to the evening but one: the reception party of the fair. Collectively, we decided to realize our untapped performance potential. All events of the evening are held white on black here
forward
back. What am I, despite intensive study of the disk but can not see is that we still missed the last subway, and then could go another hour home.
(note the chrome ball!) With a meaning broad smile greeted us the Kulturhuset at the next following morning
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really wonderful in this context, the "Espial Drawings" by Mariusz Tarkawian, which was presented by Galeria Biala in Lublin ( Link ). He had firmly made up, each presentation at least once a draw, with his inborn X-ray vision.
here as Jeroen Geel when forced upon viewing a Uhrperformance (top-right position to see, Raphael and Dorothy in pause mode). Or even before the Raphael painting our walls
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Unless Mariusz already come
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it was only Friday, brought along his sketchbook pages had no more - the problems of a signatory.
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a beautifully conceived object, which was completely defused due to fire protection considerations. Actually, it was intended as a curtain, which is to pass through, now it was But in the corner. Stuart Mayes of Moca London ( Link ) a curtain made out of old video tapes of gay porn - I can say it now, objectively felt the pass through does not exactly as if episodes of Lassie were recorded on the tapes, but I was The moment already aware, as just one of these bands touched my cheek.
Beautiful gallery to buy suits at Chiosc - bear in Stockholm because this time of year before long underwear, is expected to raise the comfort no questions.
And now finally some views of our documentary Presentation, right talks with Dorota Charlott Markus deserted the service garage from Amsterdam - I shall come back to.
One for me, loaded with emotional appeal photo: between the oil paintings by Raphael and the small-scale watercolors and photography by Andrew behind the sculpture of Dorothy: Raphael and Andrea on my just at the moment still working computer - tempi passati .
The opening wall, which introduces small image pairs in the theme of the presentation.
A flower still life of Raphael, "the holy molly" lined Moleskin on board and the "eel" in this very Jeroen Geel.
had in a previous post I pointed out that the state is a play of light, high-lights of the spots were wegretouchiert and shadow brought - Andris Photography the theme advanced ingeniously on the reflections of the photo coating, a game that via floor in the room wore on).
Andris counterpart.
flowers quite large.
could have all we wish the audience escape but not before Dorota work in the glass case there were an animated Property
driven, like everything at us, only by light.
How Dorota also beautiful in their drawn from pipe cleaners text very catchy explained.
The presentation of our friends who deserted vice Garage: brave they focused the installation-post by Daniel Hofstede and Benjamin Roth, and the poster by Michiel Schuurman solely on the photographs of Charlott Markus, with success: the Swedish state bought the three photographs - our congratulations! vice deserted garage is not currently need any support because they at the old place and had to get out of the new acquisition will be expensive, they collect like crazy: here will, friends!
some point we went to sleep again - this time on a direct route, only a little chat at home and in the morning then it was again cold.
Yes, with the now well-founded but already more and more training, we were able to understand Swedish headlines.
rivers, which were already free of ice frozen again. And we performed again
Similarly, a person, which I already provided for our Monster Magnet, it was floated around the corner, and then froze for about five minutes before Dorota work and then again with these very rigid arms into a Gothwalhalla to escape.
During the fair periods the only place where I saw daylight, a kind of courtyard on the roof - no natural light but it would be impossible not to Bauscheinwerferlicht asleep in the fair.
A shy glance into the future with the Projet Treignac from the French Massif Central, we made on the spot an exchange project set: we show in Lucerne, they will show us ( link) - that's what.
Meanwhile, for us: the far left Corinne Bonsma ( link) to visit (even on the day so also exhibited here in Luzern), exchange at the supermarket is indeed capitalized.
As co-organizers of the fair, the study invited 44 ( link) to a party at their premises. Everything was upside down, so we also began the evening with a chill in the orange lounch.
But the evening developed, not as exciting as the opening party, the music was simply bad, but outside the relationship between the inside moist heat and ice cold (-17 degrees was rumored) but manifested itself in photogenic way.
Then came my free Sunday, which meant for me to leave - a little shopping, retirements and then it was time to climb the bus to the airport.
In yet wistful last look at Stockholm back to me for the first time the elegant designs of the street lamps have noticed.
At this moment I'm still me, why not end my report by sunset leave because he has already begun dawn - so romantic, I imagined that. Could not even suspect, that the story is over.
I checked in at the airport, bought me nice a duty free bottle of whiskey, took advantage of the amenities of civilization to small gallery, I wondered even about the nature of the men's room deco
and then went to a sandwich bar to my last crowns to invest in the Swedish economy. With the tops I thought also the key to the apartment in hand, should stay in which Andrew and Raphael still ... stupid, very stupid situation . I aimlessly ran in the shopping paradise of the Airport around without finding any contact person. On me the confidence-just idle customs officer appeared in the transition to the transcontinental flights. She thought it would be an information already, but only before the airport. Since I could but sometimes as long as I have my ticket. With joy I ran off, down the stairs, through the lock at the baggage claim over and then I felt something strange. But even here there are still tax collector, have so far gained good experience. So I described my problem: I had a key which is not in here but also a bottle of whiskey, which should not go out and beyond my life was always just out of difficulties, my broken computer, I spared him still. But he went well to another school as the nice customs officer above, he showed me only point out that I now problems have (that was me anyway clear) and that there would be for my case not provided for procedure - which I suspected he remains , so I asked him, yes.
Well, then hold out, seek dialogue with the taxi drivers. Also in Stockholm, as at home, I found that I had come with Serbo-Croatian and Turkish with more than English and German. But one reason my problem was the equivalent of CHF 70 - against and wanted to go in with other passengers to Stockholm. Well, I saw but not so: he is to deliver the thing immediately. He went up by them with a written-off by hand phone number of Dorota - and I realized that I neither his phone or his car number, much less had he noted that the operating company - and what number he had written, I have not checked. expensive bottle but could easily dispose of the container to pass control back may -
so I went back up, security personnel said quietly what had happened and refused steadfastly to their proposal that I believe also CHF 70.
I turned me from myself as Grand Master of Zen Buddhism: suddenly I was in there, with whiskey bottle without handcuffs, only my pet bottles full of water I had to leave.
So So ends the story, instead of sunset in an empty look, instead of an OM with a Samsung on the lips and eyes.
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Copyright Notice: Photos & Text by Stefan Meier / kulturtv.ch
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