This little charmer is the only video I managed to make today. At least it has a cut in it. It’s a cut like dropping a bundle of string on the floor.
This afternoon I met with the other artists I’m exhibiting with next month. We ate good, good bread and exchanged powerpoints of works we’re planning to show (planning to make, in cases like mine). It looks like we all treat language as material of one kind or another – languages of various kinds and materials of various kinds. At present we’re planning to partner the exhibition with a ‘library’ component showing books made by the contributing artists, as well as a series of off-site posters that slyly reference the exhibition while remaining self-contained artworks. The works we showed in our powerpoints will make up the main part of the exhibition, which will be across the Salzamt gallery and project space. All this and it opens on December 18, so there’s plenty to be getting on with.
In the meantime, tomorrow I’m making lunch. We five resident artists take it in turns to cook so that on balance we all have more time to spend in the studio. It’s nice. For one thing it means I haven’t bought a thing to eat since I arrived, apart from some disappointing Flocken which I didn’t think were going to be oats. Still, oats for breakfast tomorrow, then the shops.
If I’m to stop buying things like Flocken I do need to improve my German. (Flocken are fine, just a bit gruelling neat.) The five of us are from all over Europe and English is the common language among us, so instead I brushed my teeth late last night with German phrases on my headphones. I learned how to accept and decline invitations for evening activities, and how to describe one’s daily routine.
Now. Tomorrow:
– buy food
– the sim card again (didn’t manage today)
– again, some kind of a CUT video
