When I flick through an old sketchbook, I am always surprised by how well I can remember the circumstances while I was drawing the pictures. Here is my old sketchbook from this year which I didn’t consistently use but has many very different memories concealed in it.
Darkness envelops us, and we stand huddled together under our umbrellas. Rain falls slowly through the last of summer foliage, left in the trees that surround us. And then we hear it: children’s laughter. Goosebumps rush across my skin. Light flickers in the tree in front of us. Shrieking and giggling come from its crown. I am seriously spooked.
Dusk. Black wires stretched over our heads and we looked up trying to follow the paths to their origins. On the sides of the open area on the roof of the “Münster Theater” we found buttons on the ends of dangling wires. Pressing one of them meant setting off church bells others triggered other sounds. Sometimes it was difficult to differentiate between the sounds of the outside world or the noise created by the installation we were standing in.
The time I spent in Münster doing my internship was an important time for the city. It was overrun with tourists, cameras around their necks, maps in hand. I regularly overhead inhabitants complaining that the tourists had been borrowed bicycles to get around and that the city was now filled with people who “didn’t know how to cycle properly”. It might be important to mention that Münster is known for its cyclists and that there are 3 times as many bicycles in the city as inhabitants. Not used to the crazed way the Münster people race around on their bicycles, I was quite glad to be able to blend into the mass, as I slowly and carefully navigated around the city on my borrowed bicycle.
We set off into the city at about 8 and as the bakers hadn’t opened yet, we had a closer look at the obelisk. While I was trying to show Opa how to take photos with my camera (and getting him to photograph me), a man with a bucket cleaned vomit off the side of the obelisk. Someone had obviously had a little bit too good of a time the previous night.
After lunch, we decided to head down to the Old Post Station aka the “Neue Neue Galerie”. The queue in front of the building was so long we gave up on that idea and returned to the Friederichsplatz.
I actually managed to go to the documenta this year! It was high up on my to-do list, but I kind of thought it wouldn’t happen and that things would get in the way. I took about 1000 photos when I was there and am looking forward to sharing them, but I didn’t do any sketches… there really wasn’t any time.