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a soft armour: Why grow up?
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The suit brings me everywhere. On the Czech-Polish border these days to teach and learn from a group of young artists. Today I walked into the projectroom in my suit, nobody was there since we all had a day off but on the table I found a book that made me smile. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Exercises in being here. A soft armour 5 (a 96 day walk). A soft armour 4 (a 40 day walk). A soft armour 3 (walking pilgrim trails). A soft armour 2 (108 days and a tattoo).
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a soft armour: now here
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Midsummer, big celebrations in Sweden, where I am now. Wearing my suit today, but mainly writing HERE. These days: www.exercisesinbeinghere.blogspot.com. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Exercises in being here. A soft armour 5 (a 96 day walk). A soft armour 4 (a 40 day walk). A soft armour 3 (walking pilgrim trails). A soft armour 2 (108 days and a tattoo). Walking sideways and the plastic crusader. Standing on the shadow of the world. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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a soft armour: March 2015
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I found a pair of green trousers in a laundromat. They had been washed and abandoned, the stains hadn’t come out, they covered most of the right leg. I took them home. I’ve got a soft spot for stains. They are like islands in a sea of ordinariness, messing things up, happy reminders. More about the clothes in my Pocket Memory shop HERE. The sky was cloudy today but I did see the sun getting smaller and bigger again. But it didn’t really. It stayed the same. Other things changed, moved. We passed a man in...
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a soft armour: a snail burial
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Yesterday I attended a snail burial. He (or she, let’s say he) had a good life. He grew up in Sweden. Brought in by monks in the 12th century. So they could eat something tasty on their fasting days. They didn’t consider them meat. He spent a week in a gallery. In the small town where he was born. Performing together with 107 other snails. From there he travelled on a train up north. To join me and 14 of his companions. Researching the pioneer life in the Swedish forest. He came back with me to Amsterdam.
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a soft armour: The first day.
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It took me 7 hours to leave. I sat on all the benches in town, said goodbye to people, waved out my students. And when I got back in the world it didn’t seem like I got lost in time like Rip van Winkle did, it was still the 23d of July, a Thursday. Sitting in my garden I wondered if I would be back in Sokolowsko. A home, a job, wild food in abundance. What more do you need? There’s one thing. Human company. Today is another day. The first day. Again. 29 July 2015 at 09:49. Exercises in being here.
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exercises in being here: June 2015
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Exercises in being here. This is a safe haven for thoughts, ideas, images, try-outs, all the things that don't fit in my other blogs, the ones that are about specific projects. My silent witness had disappeared. The one-eyed man who sat on the edge of the field staring up at the sky has vanished. The chair he has been sitting on is still there and some left over bits of his skin, his hard skull. I wonder if the kids took him apart or if the big amounts of rain dissolved him. Posted by monique besten.
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exercises in being here: Dragon memories
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Exercises in being here. This is a safe haven for thoughts, ideas, images, try-outs, all the things that don't fit in my other blogs, the ones that are about specific projects. Today I remembered the dragon Aiden drew on my father’s coffin shortly before christmas last year. It is Aiden’s birthday today, my father's oldest grandson, he turned eight. It is also my father’s birthday, he was born on the first day of summer 64 years ago. He will never be older than 63 though. It quotes Rilke’s “L...I love th...
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exercises in being here: Empty handed
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Exercises in being here. This is a safe haven for thoughts, ideas, images, try-outs, all the things that don't fit in my other blogs, the ones that are about specific projects. I am empty handed again. So I can fill my hands with raspberries, malva seeds, cherries, wild spinage. So I can take other peoples' hands. So I can hold my walking stick in one and hold the other one over my eyes to protect them from the sun while staring into the distance. My shadow will be my company. Posted by monique besten.
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exercises in being here: November 2014
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Exercises in being here. This is a safe haven for thoughts, ideas, images, try-outs, all the things that don't fit in my other blogs, the ones that are about specific projects. I don't remember any specific day I failed my mission. I don't remember any day I succeeded either. I just remember the ritual. The rebuilt bridge deserves to be saved from further destruction by people. To this aim, mental protection is more important than physical protection. As long as the mental connection between peop...The p...
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