One of many video artefacts collected by Kenzee Patterson while exploring the centres and extremities of Berlin. This group of lazy elephants was found grazing in front of Plattenbau in the far East of the city, towards Marzhan. The videos uncover particular, unique and often absurd moments in the daily life of the city.
Shown in the (inaccessable) basement of the Josetti Hofe as part of the UNDERSCORE exhibition in conjunction with sound piece by Jodi Rose + Isabelle Cordeiro.
"For UNDERSCORE, the artists worked collaboratively and individually on a series of new works reflecting on their experiences of Berlin...The resulting sound, installation, and video works explore marginalised spaces and discarded objects...The underscore serves to underline the spaces in between, the ignored and the unnoticed..."
Showing posts with label travelling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travelling. Show all posts
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
What's your Egypt?
Dear all,
I'm sorry - I vanished for a time because I moved and was in a state of transit that didn't give me so much space to reflect on transit itself...
But now it's over and I try again to create a kind of blog moderator. (suggestions/ideas about what to do as a blog moderator are always welcome!)
Easter and Pessah is over now - and anyway I'm not religious. But I believe, that all these stories and myths are still circulating and they are deeply rooted in our (western) cultural/individual archive of imagination. That's why I just want to recollect the story : The jews flew from Egypt to the "Holy Land", so they were migrating. That's why they eat until nowadays this special kind of bread that doesn't take to much time to prepare: a migration bread, a transit bread. Jesus turned/translated this physical migration into a more spiritual transition.
But anyhow: "Egypt" means "frontier, limit, barrier" in Hebrew. So today Pessah means to cross inner boarders, to overrun the personal "Egypt" inside oneself.
I find that story interesting, because it's not only a story about transit but also about the opposite of transit: about boarders, limits, barriers - and maybe swells (the red sea?).
And I asked myself if the transit doesn't always rely on limits. There's an interdependence, a reciprocal figure in it. Because you need a limit to feel the transgression - and where is the space in between, the swell?
See you this evening
Alma
I'm sorry - I vanished for a time because I moved and was in a state of transit that didn't give me so much space to reflect on transit itself...
But now it's over and I try again to create a kind of blog moderator. (suggestions/ideas about what to do as a blog moderator are always welcome!)
Easter and Pessah is over now - and anyway I'm not religious. But I believe, that all these stories and myths are still circulating and they are deeply rooted in our (western) cultural/individual archive of imagination. That's why I just want to recollect the story : The jews flew from Egypt to the "Holy Land", so they were migrating. That's why they eat until nowadays this special kind of bread that doesn't take to much time to prepare: a migration bread, a transit bread. Jesus turned/translated this physical migration into a more spiritual transition.
But anyhow: "Egypt" means "frontier, limit, barrier" in Hebrew. So today Pessah means to cross inner boarders, to overrun the personal "Egypt" inside oneself.
I find that story interesting, because it's not only a story about transit but also about the opposite of transit: about boarders, limits, barriers - and maybe swells (the red sea?).
And I asked myself if the transit doesn't always rely on limits. There's an interdependence, a reciprocal figure in it. Because you need a limit to feel the transgression - and where is the space in between, the swell?
See you this evening
Alma
Friday, March 30, 2007
TRANSIT LOUNGE RADIO CONVERSATIONS
TRANSIT LOUNGE RADIO
every conversation is an invitation
A hyper-local, transnational, hybrid radio: collecting and
transmitting conversations with people who
pass through the transit lounge.
A hyper-local, transnational, hybrid radio: collecting and
transmitting conversations with people who
pass through the transit lounge.
Start a conversation; tell a story about the places in
between - what inspires and keeps life interesting, adventures,
dreams, failures, the Future...
Radio in Transit
Receiving and transmitting from wherever you are.
To converse, visit the transit lounge on:
April 4 + 5, 14 - 18:00
To listen, visit the transit lounge on:
April 12, 19 - 22:00
or online:
http://transitradio.wordpress.com/
between - what inspires and keeps life interesting, adventures,
dreams, failures, the Future...
Radio in Transit
Receiving and transmitting from wherever you are.
To converse, visit the transit lounge on:
April 4 + 5, 14 - 18:00
To listen, visit the transit lounge on:
April 12, 19 - 22:00
or online:
http://transitradio.wordpress.com/
Friday, March 23, 2007
ETERNAL WAITopposed(or connected?) to the perpetual nomad: the eternal wait. a train that never stops, leaves you in a continuous loop of transitory time and space, transforms the station into a "place out of purpose" with a reference to the former "ghost stations" in east Berlin where the west train wouldnt stop......
Miriam + Anna
Monday, March 12, 2007
perpetual traveller...
to all the loungers on one-way tickets, and those that are trying to work out if they are going to use their return...
I liked this phrase from the upcoming exhibition at Artspace.
Having returned home to Japan after years of living abroad, Hiroharu Mori often confesses to feeling like a stranger in his native country without ever really having adjusted to being anywhere else. He is the perpetual traveller, through life as much as the world, rootless and detached, but with a keen critical eye, a marked sense of economy and a healthy taste for the absurd...
http://www.artspace.org.au/2007/03/mori.html
I liked this phrase from the upcoming exhibition at Artspace.
Having returned home to Japan after years of living abroad, Hiroharu Mori often confesses to feeling like a stranger in his native country without ever really having adjusted to being anywhere else. He is the perpetual traveller, through life as much as the world, rootless and detached, but with a keen critical eye, a marked sense of economy and a healthy taste for the absurd...
http://www.artspace.org.au/2007/03/mori.html
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