The thing I really like about screen-printing is that because the ink is always pushed through the screen by hand, many of the results are sometimes imperfect. No two prints are the same.
“Mythen der Moderne” is an urban sound walk project, where stories and sounds of a certain part of the city are collected and then turned into a sound walk where the participants walk with headphones thought the streets to different points, listening to soundscapes that tell a little about the history of the place. Beforehand, many interviews were conducted with people living in the area and pictures and information were collected from the city archives.
The steps were slippery and very craggy. Almost at the summit, I slipped on some mud and twisted my ankle ended up sitting on the ground, looking out over sunny Edinburgh, not sure how I was going to get back down. I could feel my ankle swelling in my shoe.
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.
This is the first year that I have ever actively met the decision to take part in Inktober. I even managed to actually pull it through to the end, and now have an adorable sketchbook filled with ink drawings!
I bought the sketchbook (and ripped out enough pages to makes sure I would have exactly 32 pages), bought the pens and decided that I would take the prompts and try to draw animals.
The day of “Feeding the 5000” was a huge day for me. I was excited but also slightly terrified by the prospect that so many people could see my work. So many people who I didn’t know, and who didn’t know me.
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.