Saturday, 1 March 2008

First impressions - 29.02.08

New York: Erase una vez un lobito bueno al que maltrataban todos los corderos. Y había también un príncipe malo, una bruja hermosa y un pirata honrado. Todas estas cosas había una vez cuando yo soñaba un mundo al revés.

Frankfurt am Main: It's early. The sun is shining. I remove the dust from a record and play »When love breaks down« by Prefab Sprout, perhaps slightly too loud. An espresso, toast and juice of three oranges, which I seem to have squeezed into a too big glass, is waiting for me. For a minute, the sky seems to get cloudy.

Recife: woke up in a bed i had never woken up before. alone. the room was a bit too cold. a good feeling, being conscious of how hot it will be outside, as proved by the strong sunlight coming in from a thin line where the curtain is lifted by the air conditioner. i asked her to call back in one hour and spent one third of that time feeling cold. as if i could save it for later.

Montréal: Woke up early and feeling tired because of a bad night sleep due to Jet Lag. Minus twenty degrees outside, but lots of fresh snow and a crisp blue sky. I tried to make a fire, but the wood do not cooperate. After a half our of work, I succeeded. I need a coffee.

Rome: no more drunk.

Berlin: woke up at about 8 am. looked out of the window. a cloudy greyish sky. it seems much colder than yesterday. at 9.30 am talked to my healer. could not go out for a walk this morning, because i had to finish the layout of an exhibition catalogue and send the PDF to the printer. Just finished with that. Looking out of the window there are still clouds, but a warm and bright sunlight is coming into my room and warms. that feels good. Maybe i will go for a walk later. Now i want to continue to work on a new series of lightbox motif. the word is "nature".

Quito: tanto sueño aun que lloro y no puedo escribir estas palabras, necesito un bate pero primero escribo instrucciones, frio pero promete ser un día con sol hay reflejos en mi computadora tengo una espinilla debajo de mi nariz

London, 10:41am: It's quite cold outside but the air is very fresh. I feel tired after staying up most of the I am going to eat couple of crumpets with cheese, which will make me feel alive again!

Hoorn: I think about in which order to do what before i leave. Then I wonder why i decided to do this performance all improvisation and almost no language. And if it is really because i think 'it's necessary in my practice' or if it is just because my concentration is so bad these days that i can only actually work when something is expected of me. I come to the conclusion that its probably a combination and then i think about it some more, fitting it, with some ideas about operations and the instance, in the more general ideas i have about my life. It fits quite nice. I get up. I feel good and light. Then i feel a bit ridiculous. I am still coughing all the time and it's a mess here.

Rome: I’ve been wake up at 5 by an asthma attack. It’s remind me to a line Cortázar let say to his Che Guevara in Reunión: “… el asma es mi amante y me ha enseñado a aprovechar la noche…” (… asthma is my lover and teaches me to enjoy the night…). I was totally disagree. But, after a while, when my breath had calm down, I herd, in the silent, the bird’s sing: was the time Rohmer call L’heure bleue. The incredible, magic passage between night and the new day. And I did enjoy it.

London at 6.30 in the morning: Got woken up from my daughter cry for milk, still braindead, then hung out with her on sofa hoping she would fall asleep again. She didn't. Slowly getting dressed and remembering this task I promised to do.

Stockholm: My first impression of this day when my son woke me up at 5.50 in the morning, was that it was to early to get up, and that I wanted to stay in bed. Anyway it's a nice day in Stockholm, it almost feels like spring has arrived, although the winter never came this year.

London: over hang over

Rome: 8.51 The floor is brown and smooth. Outside too many noises. I have to choose my clothes.

Tirana: I wake up at seven. Neo is trying to say something, but he is mostly spitting. I understand that he wants to get up. My body is tired and I don’t want to leave bed. I see from the window and I see that the next house has a new roof which I hadn’t seen before. I make a coffee and drink it slowly. Neo is sitting in front of me and laughs. I eat a toast and give a spoon to Neo because he needs to keep something in his hands. He throws it away. I give him a plastic cup. He throws it away too. I see from the window; it will be a sunny day.

London: I wake feeling somewhat destroyed. Having slept little. Its not yet light outside. Earl Grey tea. I wait for the taxi.

Playa de Alojera on La Gomera (Canary Islands): The waves were loud in our apartment. I woke up slowly. After having had a peppermint tea the world looked different. The first question was whether the weather was sufficient to spend the day on the beach with my Ransmayr novel on the discovery of unknown lands around the north pole or whether we had to go hiking in the mountains which doesn't need as much sun. We decided to stay.

want to wear my sunglasses, have to go to the hospital, I will sleep again there, on the shoulder of G. if he's coming, want to take a book because want to stay outside all day, my shoes are broken, have to put the tape

Rome, 8:00a.m : It's so nice here.Oh my God, I have to hurry to go to install my work!!!! I hope the exhibition to be installed.......