collage of monochromes on a round disc; wax crayons and watercolour on paper, 121 cms diameter

Taking leave of the land or Mir, returning to the atelier… bringing, among other things, four large coloured discs manufactured from monochrome paintings made by the participants during our days together. And again, I shall not forget to thank the people who shared their time and attention with me these weeks. Hope to see you soon again – let’s say, on September, 4th.

reunion in the castle of Mir

For each of the past two weeks, there has been up to 15 participants, some of them (but far from all) bringing their personal helpers or assistants. In the morning gathering, we start by saying our names – as there is usually one or two new faces among the assistants – and everybody present is given a moment of attention. After that, and having settled the when’s & what’s & who’s of the day, a silence happens in which I light a tiny lantern. In our middle, there is a fairly large heap of sand, which now turns into the land of Mir as I say the beginning of a tale… On Monday morning, the heap of sand is nothing but a dry desert, and the beginning is all I know. But since we all partake, the tale evolves with every day – until, on Friday, it’s completed and the land of Mir has become visible with all its features. The setting and actors are mostly created by the participants during the days: out of modeling clay or papier-mâché or from what could be found in nature, or simply drawn or painted. One week, the tale becomes highly dramatic with the interaction of gods and demons. Next week, with another group of people, it is more of a carefully undertaken expedition ending up with a reunion and a great feast. Apart from the tale, we also turn to the different colours – investigating how they work separately and together – and make self portraits on the walls. And, of course, we eat together and have time for a walk or a bath in the lake outside before returning home in the afternoon.

Now we have done this – with variations, and under varying circumstances – for seven years in a row. I have lost count of how many participants there has been altogether, but most of them return more than once and nowadays there isn’t place for everyone who applicates – unfortunately.

There are so many ways of being human. When we see and appreciate each others just the way we are; when we are together in a playful mood, listening with awareness to ourselves and each other; when we overcome outer and inner difficulties; when we enjoy our sensual perceptions, and develop meaning together; then what is the meaning of the word ‘disabled’?

participants’ self portraits; wax crayons, watercolour on paper

participants’ paintings; black and white swans, colour pattern; watercolour and wax crayons on paper

participants’ self portraits; wax crayons, watercolour on paper

 

These weeks I spend together with a group of people – or rather: friends, since we have known and appreciated each others for years, mostly. It is very much alike the NUrope community in some aspects – such as the friendliness and the communicative atmosphere – but unlike the merited persons who constitute NUrope (and other institutions), these friends have often been spoken of as ‘disabled’… which may be logical from some normative point of view, but certainly not as a general characteristic, or – especially – when it comes to the creative exploring of invisible space… which is our common venture here.

participants’ self portraits; wax crayons, watercolour on paper