Wednesday, 29 February 2012
I'm on an art residency at VASL in Karachi, Pakistan. It's an amazing time full of interesting conversations and meetings. There is ten artists involved in this projects, but two didn't make it to Karachi ( Egyptian artist was refused visa just before boarding his plane). On Thursday I'll be giving presentation when I'll also talk about the Walkway Press project. It's interesting to talk about a project like this in a place where class divisions are so present.
I live in a nice little bubble here... moving by car from one place to another.... less fortunate people's shapes and faces passing by... their images dissolving in a dust of the everyday... sometimes becoming painfully sharp when my car slows down... forced by the traffic... rarely by a red light.
Friday, 17 February 2012
Sunday, 12 February 2012
I'm watching footage that we filmed on the estate three weeks ago. CHAOS! total chaos! but so funny! and so much of how it really is over here... Annalisa came from the outside of the estate... she held the camera still... keeping the distance between her and everyone around... I live here and I'm too involved in what's going on to keep that distance, so I never film like that. I am a part of that chaos...
Saturday, 11 February 2012
sometime I need to have a break from the estate... from it's dirty corridors... from fresh spit on its walls, stairs and mirrors... from the cold... the draft... from the smell of weed... from the broken glass... from lifts that hardly ever work ... from pools of urine on the lift floor ... from the sound of machines building new estates outside... from lack of my own space... from .... and from... but never from the people that live there... maybe just from the inability to adjust myself to that place... there is always a feeling that I belong somewhere else.
I spent one week in Clapton. A friend of mine left me his keys.