The garden

Heather, gorse and broom. 

''That's the wind blowing through the bushes.'' Mrs Medlock said.

Small, lost and odd.

''She says she believes they eat th' grass same as th' wild ponies do.''

''an' birds as comes an' eats out of his hand.''

''even a disagreeable little girl may be lonely.''

Kunsthaus Tacheles, Berlin

Filled with art, people and good vibes!!..music, graffiti, a non-profit organization - interested in people, humanity and existence rather than money! The Berlin government have their sights set on shutting the place down, so the people involved in Tacheles are doing everything they can to get more people involved and in trying to save the place.
There's more info here..
http://super.tacheles.de/cms/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tacheles-kunsthaus-Berlin/116848323604?sk=wall

The building was about 3 or 4 stories high and filled with artists studios, craft markets and there was also a sculpture workshop/studio outside. An artists called Alexander Rodin has a studio there.. http://www.bellabelarus.com/en/component/option,com_jsgallery/mode,by_artist/artist_id,23/Itemid,49/
his work and studio was mind blowing! It was like stepping into a time machine somewhere into the not so far away future. Paintings covered the walls and there were little sculptural experiments scattered on the floor..bike wheels, empty glasses/bottles, lamps, paint, lights; it reminded me of the strange creature lady from The Dark Crystal..Aughra!

The creativity and inspiration in this place is immense! It's a real connected, creative community welcoming anyone and everyone. This is what art is - life! Existence! It's living..and especially for the Now!

I also met an artist there called Barbara Frogagna, she had an exhibition on there.. http://www.barbarafragogna.blogspot.com/
Her work was really beautiful..paintings, sculptures, drawings and personal thoughts on scraps of paper (which were all contained in a glass box). There was also music playing throughout, a Spanish or Italian woman singing along with a guitar, which added to the mood of the work in the exhibition.

It was a very intimate exhibition; a delicate insight into perceptions and experiences with love, anguish, sex and despair..I loved it.

x

Berlin 02.07.2011

Grey, rainy day.
Hungover.
Saw beautiful photographs in a beautiful building..

The exhibition included photographs by Sibylle Bergemann, Gregory Crewdson and Timotheus Tomicek/Kathrin Schonegg.. http://www.co-berlin.info/

The building was amazing and so were the photographs, each room was something different but they all had a sinister yet seductive vibe to them. The first room with the photos by Sibylle Bergemann took me back to childhood; distorted visions of nature and dolls, each tainted with touch. The photographs were tiny polaroids, there must have been about a hundred; concealed in delicate frames.

The next room was like a modern Victorian age, with photographs by Tomicek/Schonegg, slightly moving as you stared at them, at first I thought it was me..still slightly pissed..but they were moving but only just, it was like a floaty feather dream; women in dresses reaching out towards you/something and a man's eye; attracting/disturbing.

The toilets were just as amazing as the exhibition. I stayed in there for about half and hour, mesmerized, it was like an insane asylum; cold grey walls and tiles, huge sinks and doors, rusty, creaky pipes.

As I made my way to the third room there were some photographs that lured me in just on a wall that led to the room, they were like shots from a crime scene or a film set; grey, stark locations with no sign of life only maybe one or two people. In the room the photographs were huge! Lonely people staring into a distance, in one of them an old woman stands naked in a bleak bathroom, with blood dripping from between her legs. In another, a group of people walk amongst what looks like a destroyed wasteland, covered in scratches and dirt.

I wandered round the building for a good couple of hours, I've never had that feeling in an art gallery before - one that actually provoked emotion and feeling rather than being concerned with who you'll meet or what 'important person' will spot you there. I was totally inspired and touched. Even though the mood wasn't an ecstatically happy one, it was a mood..a feeling..and one that put me in touch with a part of me where there are no words for. 

I felt like a ghost that day, but one with presence.

Women.

Devil Women.

The Devil's women.

''I taste his breath on my tongue, and it is beautiful.''

Pale Dew

Poems from Penistone Poets Anthology..

Reverie

Her eyes deepened with curdled joy

seeping sadness towards the foggy moors

with the misty mildew trailing South

she danced and wandered along its vehement mouth.

'It makes me hurt

but I'll never give myself to you, ever

Come walk with me, over the misty fields

and promise me there

that you'll leave me be, forever.'

Pale Dew

I am not willing to breathe

you stand in front of me

the shivers sing

and bones hang thin

but oh,

you can't look at yourself

you're too weak to undress

I must have died to have begun

I come from within

from the depths of beneath

my senses inept, alert

I detect, a miserable

stench of folly

Digress

I find my way

although misled and unkempt

do I know who I am?

I know I come from death

unlaid and regressed

every part of me outstretched

wholeheartedly and repeatedly

unrecognised

Reaching for life, but yet again

deceived

by this tormented grief.

Painting by myself, for the cover of the book.

untitled II

''A womans legs can be spread as wide as the frogs. Our lips are as shiny as their skin. Theirs is green, yet ours is not..''

Seeds

Suppose there really is nothing there, suppose there never was anyway; that we never touched it, never knew it, never tasted it..then why do we feel it? That something we know is there, but that we find so hard to put into words, that is so difficult to explain, yet we connect to it, we share it – unspeakabily unsaid – but we know it’s there because it haunts us, everyday. We shy away from it, we’re afraid of it, we try to avoid it, but in the pit of our stomachs we know that feeling is right – or it feels right. That something that they can never take away from us, because it is embedded within us. It is our seed, and our seeds need to be planted – to grow and to share – to sprout and to live amongst other seeds. We just need to trust our seed and not be afraid of it, because all our seeds are the same; our seeds are true and what we need to plant and share is the truth.