27 December 2009
23 December 2009
Maybe it' s time to wonder if the sound of the city is really transmitted through its own human activities?
 Lentos Kunstmuseum Linz
21 December 2009
These large ‘tubes’ begin from the Donau, or the green areas, forming inclinations and shapes suitable for seating, laying, skating or bicycling. Sometimes they even form a building. The starting point is the river and its silent sound, the ducts, the marina side..
These empty ‘pots of life’ transfer the sound of all these human activities and bring it to the city’s center. It works like communicating vessels. The one brings life to the other. The sound of the activities connected each other and mixed up. Its like standing under the bridge, at the city’s entrance and hear all this noise, the vibrant, enlarged sound of moving, back and forward.
19 December 2009
I go up to the mountain. I observe. I feel the power to observe from above. I can see the prisons, I can see all the little secrets of this town. Nobody can see me. I keep the monastery as my new point of reference. It must be always opposite to me. I am heading the right direction.. The mountain and the monastery. The prison and the cemetery, the city and the river. Dipoles in "terms of endearment". Undiscovered. What’s the space between? Emptyness. Everyone has somewhere to go. He passes through and dissapears to his destination. That’s why you never see gathered people, just people around..
I keep walking and I see a cross. A religious symbol up to nowhere. I try to found the way to approach. I go up to the wineyards, but i still don’t find a path. Probably there isn’t. You cannot approach. At least I am so happy for this little surprise! It keeps me safe the existence of the signs. Of well-known symbols. At least the existence of traces. As I go down I don’t expect to see a house with a yellow beam- shelter and a nice modern glass facade. An architect must has crossed this street, for sure! I am sure that I’m in the right way. Ah, the power of traces!
17 December 2009
On the one side the high, silent prison wall. On the other side the low, silent cemetery’s wall. Really, what kind of experience is to walk, always between? Ostracizing places, forbidden notions, mysterious, hybrid spaces. Both in the city. The one across the other. The cross sign, and the guard’s tower. Representative, powerful signs. I feel the presence of the dead. I feel the presence of the guard. The tinted window, still doesn’t’ t let me to see behind!
14 December 2009
Two parallel ways. The city life and the art. The Donau river and the Obere Landstrasse. Never met. So strongly linear routes. Connected with bridges, but without physical connection. Without any optical connection. The one doesn’t know the existence of the other. How magic is the silent river sound, and how safe is the voice of the city’s crowd. I need somewhere to stand.
13 December 2009
10 December 2009
I need a light, a sign, something that will describe what is beyond. The form of the mountain- the outline maybe? Something further. It’s ironic. Also the prisoners would like to know what is beyond.
09 December 2009
I had also the feeling that my whole project is going to be based on sharing. Sharing photos, sharing memories, sharing adventures, sounds, feelings in a place that everything stops beating after 16:30, while you cannot speak any other language and you are always worried “why they don’t give me another bag at the supermarket?’
You want to look further and deeper but you can’t. Closed windows and closed doors in front of warm people- who don’t want to share?