
Here are some sketches for the Pimeyden Kodat / Cots of Darkness project; more on
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Here are some sketches for the Pimeyden Kodat / Cots of Darkness project; more on
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So, this is where the Nomadic University will gather in August, hosted by professors Robert Bacalja and Josip Zanki from Zadar University; the city with the most beautiful sunset in the world, according to Alfred Hitchcock. Where singing voices unexpectedly float out of churches, or streetside diners. Where stones are light and the sea clear and salt.
And in the nearby city of Nin, Josip shows me the world’s littlest cathedral, a shrine resonating the human voice like the body of an instrument. This I will not forget.
Saturday, conducting a talk/dialogue at a seminar on spirituality in art (no, I wouldn’t lecture on that; but dialogue will show, unfailingly, how spiritual awareness is at hand);
Monday, presenting “terrastella” drawings for the Pimeyden Kodat/Darkness project and Turku 2011 Foundation;
Tuesday, preparing an exhibition at Vidarkliniken, Järna;
and today, if the volcanoes let me through, leaving for Zadar (Croatia) to plan for the next NUrope oasis.
Thank you, Anne Külper, Ulf Sand, Päivi Lönnberg, Robert Bacalja, Josip Zanki, Reiska and Bengt for your door-openings and invitations.
sketchbook pages; graphite pencil on paper, ca 30 x 20 cms each
As the “China goes Europe” oasis proceeds, a number of European artists, curators, academics and business people share their views on China. Nomad and artist Stella Fajerson adequately asks for the complementary perspective, but the Chinese persons involved are mainly invited to give their view on how Europeans could understand the Chinese mind – not their own European experiences.
Looking back, this appears as a want. Maybe this oasis serves just to prepare a common ground. Maybe it takes another one to actually address the theme.
The most significant experience to me was a short exchange on the subject of modesty and self-confidence.
During the presentations, I sit with my sketchbook open; making some quick drawings of people’s postures, hands, moves… as habitual. Afterwards, somebody approaches me and by gestures asks for the book. I lend it to him, and he turns the page to draw my portrait on it.
Next day, the programme goes on with a couple of lectures on the post-colonial theme. While opening the sketchbook, I hear the speaker say “How can we describe the other?”
Well, that question alone doesn’t seem functional any more; it was necessary, yes, and now it’s time to move on.
from Graz
From teaching and workshops in the city of Södertälje in mid-March, to Graz where the tenth oasis of NUrope took place. Back in Sweden just in time for spring’s arrival by Easter, then another short visit to Åbo/Turku.
NUrope X was dedicated to the theme of China goes Europe; lectures, workshops, encounters, walking and talking… and this is some of what I saw in the city of Graz.
The recent weeks, or months, have brought on a marked change, as a larger portion of my working time becomes tuned in the communicative field. Surprisingly (or not), this adds importance to the hours spent in the atelier.
Three days of art party at Kulturhuset, in the very heart of Stockholm; artist-run Supermarket Art Fair.
During the same three days, commercial prestige galleries have had their own fair, Market, at the Royal Academy of Art.
Visiting the two fairs, one can easily sense the difference. “We all want to have our art on Market, but we want to hang around at Supermarket“, one artist said; meaning – I guess – that all artists want to make big money and at the same time have a lot of fun, although there seems to be a choice between the two.
Who’s choice, then?
Maybe it’s not primarily about money and/or fun.
To me, the difference was rather the one between art represented as an individual expression and art happening as a social or communicative event.
If so, there is a complementarity, not a choice.