About having cold, and chaos in my head: Artist Residency week 1
Tue, april 3
11h: TADAAA. Here I am :-) A hell of a headache and I’ve already got cold hands, but I’m fully installed now, and I’ve put the first brush strokes on canvas in this former mine building. HOORAY! :-)
14h: It seems that I’ve chosen a heavy draft hole to install myself. I feel the wind blowing in my back. It’s only 12° outside. This weekend the temperature will go up they say, yippie.
It creaks and drips on all sides here and I think it’s all great :-). So beautiful here. Occasionally the sun comes to squeak for a moment, and then it is really awesome. And I like the pigeons :-) Picasso also had some in his studio :-). Reassuring too, all those white feathers on the floor. It is so beautiful here.
Wed, april 4
To look around is almost the only thing I’m doing here. I look, and I listen. It is impossible to grasp. It is so … so great. I can’t understand. Even my thoughts stop. I can only watch. Absorb. I think this is awe.
I am overwhelmed.
So many lines to follow, so many shades to see, so many …. SO much!
Everything.
Every inch…
Look, I’ve got a room with a view :-).
Thu, april 5
DAMN it is cold today. 8° and regularly a shower. I installed myself in a draft hole, the cold wind is constantly blowing in my back. I wear 5 layers of clothes. And a scarf. Still cold. 8° early April. Oh well, I’m doing this to my myself… :-).
At least I’ve got electricity now, so I can make some coffee to warm myself up.
Fri, april 6
Some things are meant to be. I discovered this on the wall of the depot where I store my stuff. “Writing on the wall” is not always a bad thing :-)
This is where I put everything at night, just to be sure. I’m not the only person who loves this building…. That’s also the reason why I don’t post a thing about this while I’m here. I’ll wait until all my stuff is back home.
Roundup Artist Residency week 1:
Chaos in my head
chaos on my canvas
but it will be fine
I am beginning to see structures












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