The old hammam at Akbιyιk Caddesi, Istanbul
Cleaning the house, cooking the food, laying the table. Waiting for the guest. Waiting is the guest.
colour exercise; wax crayons on paper, app. 15 x 21 cms
Sigrid Winkler works with the students, studying metamorphoses in nature, while I attend another NUrope oasis. This time it is held in Åbo/Turku (Finland) and Stockholm, during five days. I do small colour exercises – another kind of metamorphosis – while listening to lectures and talks… and my focus is on the NUrope process itself, rather than the (interesting) subjects treated. Just like art, this is a self-defining learning process. Unlike the individual artist’s work, it involves quite a number of people. I listen and learn.
(see also page Nomadic)
calling Apollo; construction with armoury irons, dyed silk fabric, rope and thread, 5 x 5 x 2,5 metres
Finally, it’s there: a zikkurat (since one of us, Ayad, is of Iraqi origin) built in fairly cheap and easy-to-handle materials (since we couldn’t hire a thousand construction workers from Kuweit) to honour the honey-coloured light. It has been hard work, and pure joy.
greenhouse party
In the beginning of this week, we could welcome our friends back from Greece. We shared fruits and nuts from the Mediterranean as well as spiced yoghurt and honey from Järna and nearby, and had a good time. Since life constantly waltzes us around, not much of our work during the last weeks was actually on display this day. Some of it was exhibited elsewhere, some of it was left home and some was still in the process… and as a process, it was shared too.
Malin between felt and stone
iron construction with dyed silk sample
Gathering in the morning in the Blue atelier; now we are beginning to close up. Since each one of this small group has been working independently during the last weeks, we now share experiences and show pieces of work. When our friends and colleagues return to school next Tuesday, we will welcome them by displaying what has been achieved – in the two chosen sites as well as in the greenhouse situated between them.
Before leaving for the weekend, we recreate the Symposion: each student has in advance read one of the speeches which constitute Plato’s story; no one, though, has read the whole text. We take turns in referring the different views on Love: the young man’s and the more experienced, the physician’s, the comedian’s and the orator’s tales; they are all retold and, through the referrer, become altogether contemporary. I improvise Diotima, the old woman, speaking through Socrates – before the symposium breaks up… in the text by the arrival of Alkibiades, in our group just by quiet dissolving into private life… but we are not all finished yet, we’ll meet on Tuesday. So, until then: thank you all, so far!
Another day under the sun. At times, this is a logic construction stretching towards a radiant sky while the plummet is a silent reminder of weight and matter – at times, it is rather a sprawling chaos of armoury irons and steel wire. A salamander slips through the dry grass of last year and stays a short while.