I had been planning to write a blogpost about the time that Rico and I travelled to Orkney in 2016 and posting it now seems right. The memories that the photographs hold should not change because things are over. That is something I feel very strongly about, even though exactly that – treasuring these memories anyway – can often be difficult, especially during the time soon after the break-up when everything is still so raw and painful.
My father sends a round robin with his Christmas cards every year. He occasionally (jokingly) asks me where my one is. A part of me finds the round robin silly, as I have often enough heard it to be described as my Dad’s “self-promotion” letter. Which it kind of is, to be honest. But it still interests me to read it and find out what he did that year. I guess it is in our nature to be curious about the lives of others!
A few weeks ago I met with the artist Pia Janssen and a few of her colleges to take part in a small writing workshop. We were given 5 minutes and a word to write about. Unfortunately, many of these words that are very difficult to translate into English. I will still do my best, though, to translate my 5-minute ramblings for you, because I think the outcome is quite good. The texts are very raw. When you only have 5 minutes to write you don’t have time to censor your thoughts.
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.
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.