Painful progress
18 February 2011 12:48 am"I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something that only I could see, because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules, of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Nothing's lost forever. In this world, there's a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so." (Harper Pitt - Angels in America)
It is looking more and more like Erik & I will move to Berlin in summer. He has been doubting the move lately, and ultimately both of us will have to leave part of a life behind, and while it may not always have been perfect, it still leaves its traces deep in our skin. "Painful Progress" in action.
I just see positive things to moving here, also because I still have the feeling he has to be convinced a bit more, even though we have already established that my boy is just not getting any chance to prove himself in Belgium.
I think the fact that I already moved about 10-15 times in my life (I lost count), makes it easier for me to just pack up and leave. Home can be anywhere.
I picked up the prints for my MA project today and they are looking great (if can blow my own trumpet for once). I just need to select 10-12 of the 26 I printed and then I'm done. It is time to move on to a new project, I used to worry that if the whole school context would disappear, I may not feel the need to make much work. Luckily, this isn't the case as I am realising that there isn't much else I actually want to do (I would actually like to be a part-time teacher at a fine arts academy - it's something I think I could be good at (as long as I won't have to work before 11AM at least)).
The gallery I did my internship with is closing down, sadly enough. The owner suddenly decided to quit all of it, which is sad, certainly considering the ambitious plans to open a gallery in London or Shanghai next year, to look for a bigger gallery space in Berlin, to open up a conceptual bookshop (that was offered to Erik & myself), and not to mention all the efforts put in establishing the Poznan gallery (which was a really nice exhibition space)... It's a shame that all plans for it are now cancelled, so long before its prime: it kind of feels like the project wanted to be like a meteor hitting an ocean, instead it turns out someone just dropped a pebble in it, its ripples vanishing as soon as they appeared.
But let's dream ahead now. Good things are a-coming.
It is looking more and more like Erik & I will move to Berlin in summer. He has been doubting the move lately, and ultimately both of us will have to leave part of a life behind, and while it may not always have been perfect, it still leaves its traces deep in our skin. "Painful Progress" in action.
I just see positive things to moving here, also because I still have the feeling he has to be convinced a bit more, even though we have already established that my boy is just not getting any chance to prove himself in Belgium.
I think the fact that I already moved about 10-15 times in my life (I lost count), makes it easier for me to just pack up and leave. Home can be anywhere.
I picked up the prints for my MA project today and they are looking great (if can blow my own trumpet for once). I just need to select 10-12 of the 26 I printed and then I'm done. It is time to move on to a new project, I used to worry that if the whole school context would disappear, I may not feel the need to make much work. Luckily, this isn't the case as I am realising that there isn't much else I actually want to do (I would actually like to be a part-time teacher at a fine arts academy - it's something I think I could be good at (as long as I won't have to work before 11AM at least)).
The gallery I did my internship with is closing down, sadly enough. The owner suddenly decided to quit all of it, which is sad, certainly considering the ambitious plans to open a gallery in London or Shanghai next year, to look for a bigger gallery space in Berlin, to open up a conceptual bookshop (that was offered to Erik & myself), and not to mention all the efforts put in establishing the Poznan gallery (which was a really nice exhibition space)... It's a shame that all plans for it are now cancelled, so long before its prime: it kind of feels like the project wanted to be like a meteor hitting an ocean, instead it turns out someone just dropped a pebble in it, its ripples vanishing as soon as they appeared.
But let's dream ahead now. Good things are a-coming.