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.
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.
