August 19
The days have become sunny and we are all drying-out. Laundry is stretched from one end of Cesta to the other. Everywhere you look, there are clothes; clothes hanging from tress, clothes draped over shrubs. Finally, the true shape of the artists emerge as they shed layer after layer. The dancers emerging like butterflies from Lycra cocoons ... yuck, I'll stop. But you get the picture.
Things feel better today. We are waiting for the camera battery to charge so that we can begin filming Madillah -- the wild man-- running through an empty, ruined house. All of the group has offerred to come and help wih the filming, which is a great help as it is a little frightening to go out to shoot a video without knowing more than how to order five beers in the language. It is difficult to imagine trying to talk to the police.
Tonight, we have meetings and then we will be making shadow monuments of the walls of the church. Also, we have to shoot some photos of us standing on monuments or making pictures or some memorabilia of monument. Finally, I feel inspired by the notion of monument and I feel less challenged by this collaborative process. Besides we have a million projects and very little time left.
Things feel better today. We are waiting for the camera battery to charge so that we can begin filming Madillah -- the wild man-- running through an empty, ruined house. All of the group has offerred to come and help wih the filming, which is a great help as it is a little frightening to go out to shoot a video without knowing more than how to order five beers in the language. It is difficult to imagine trying to talk to the police.
Tonight, we have meetings and then we will be making shadow monuments of the walls of the church. Also, we have to shoot some photos of us standing on monuments or making pictures or some memorabilia of monument. Finally, I feel inspired by the notion of monument and I feel less challenged by this collaborative process. Besides we have a million projects and very little time left.
posted by leannej at 1:37 AM
1 Comments:
i start to feel a little bit tired
i feel a little bit traped in my life.
why am i here and not to a nice beach somewhere?
suddently i feel like i have to respond to all this spirit matters
we( sabine and i )will make a t shirt that wil say:"i hope there is nothing after death" or something like this
at the beging i was justifiing all this spiritual abstract, most of the times, feelings/ but lately i feel really angry.
some people use emocional tricks (unconsiusly maybe) for explaning their experiences
i dont need to indentifie myself so as to feel compasion towrwads a human "tragedy" like death or pain or..misunderstanding!
suddendly i feel like i have to articulate a big truth and this scares me because i dont beleive in big statments..
i dont know if what i write can be understood,writing or expressing ourselfes needs a lot of talent and strangle
shadows in a wall of a religious monument,spiritual darkness,a fight for a subjective point of view
bla bla bla blim blom
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