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a soft armour: Why grow up?
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The suit brings me everywhere. On the Czech-Polish border these days to teach and learn from a group of young artists. Today I walked into the projectroom in my suit, nobody was there since we all had a day off but on the table I found a book that made me smile. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Exercises in being here. A soft armour 5 (a 96 day walk). A soft armour 4 (a 40 day walk). A soft armour 3 (walking pilgrim trails). A soft armour 2 (108 days and a tattoo).
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a soft armour: now here
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Midsummer, big celebrations in Sweden, where I am now. Wearing my suit today, but mainly writing HERE. These days: www.exercisesinbeinghere.blogspot.com. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Exercises in being here. A soft armour 5 (a 96 day walk). A soft armour 4 (a 40 day walk). A soft armour 3 (walking pilgrim trails). A soft armour 2 (108 days and a tattoo). Walking sideways and the plastic crusader. Standing on the shadow of the world. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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a soft armour: March 2015
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I found a pair of green trousers in a laundromat. They had been washed and abandoned, the stains hadn’t come out, they covered most of the right leg. I took them home. I’ve got a soft spot for stains. They are like islands in a sea of ordinariness, messing things up, happy reminders. More about the clothes in my Pocket Memory shop HERE. The sky was cloudy today but I did see the sun getting smaller and bigger again. But it didn’t really. It stayed the same. Other things changed, moved. We passed a man in...
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a soft armour: a snail burial
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Yesterday I attended a snail burial. He (or she, let’s say he) had a good life. He grew up in Sweden. Brought in by monks in the 12th century. So they could eat something tasty on their fasting days. They didn’t consider them meat. He spent a week in a gallery. In the small town where he was born. Performing together with 107 other snails. From there he travelled on a train up north. To join me and 14 of his companions. Researching the pioneer life in the Swedish forest. He came back with me to Amsterdam.
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a soft armour: The first day.
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It took me 7 hours to leave. I sat on all the benches in town, said goodbye to people, waved out my students. And when I got back in the world it didn’t seem like I got lost in time like Rip van Winkle did, it was still the 23d of July, a Thursday. Sitting in my garden I wondered if I would be back in Sokolowsko. A home, a job, wild food in abundance. What more do you need? There’s one thing. Human company. Today is another day. The first day. Again. 29 July 2015 at 09:49. Exercises in being here.
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a soft armour: April 2015
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Pocket memory Shop Barcelona III, Collaboration Station, Mutuo. Pocket Memory Shop Barcelona II, La Bonne cultural center. La Bonne és un espai de trobada, intercanvi i creació de projectes culturals feministes caracteritzat pel treball en tres àmbits:. Viver de projectes: www.labonne.org. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Exercises in being here. A soft armour 5 (a 96 day walk). A soft armour 4 (a 40 day walk). A soft armour 3 (walking pilgrim trails). A soft armour 2 (108 days and a tattoo).
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a soft armour: Standing on the shadow of the world
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Standing on the shadow of the world. When the village sleeps I don’t. I sit in the caravan like a nightowl and try to find words for what has happened during the day. Ridiculous in a way. Or maybe it is true. Maybe it is like the man told me who passed by one day. To tell me he had bought a t-shirt in the Netherlands to support a seal rescue center. And smiled when he remembered the long days he had spent on a bike there. 8220;Fiets” he said, bike in Dutch and “doei! 8221; when he left. 8220;like a clown?
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a soft armour: July 2015
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It took me 7 hours to leave. I sat on all the benches in town, said goodbye to people, waved out my students. And when I got back in the world it didn’t seem like I got lost in time like Rip van Winkle did, it was still the 23d of July, a Thursday. Sitting in my garden I wondered if I would be back in Sokolowsko. A home, a job, wild food in abundance. What more do you need? There’s one thing. Human company. Today is another day. The first day. Again. I am empty handed again. So I can fill my hands wi...
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