writing, running and holding hands

WALKING AND WRITING

(instruction walk and alternate between writing whilst moving and still)

moving:

The lights hang from buildings as not to disturb the street.
no long shadows.
glass buildings whine wit electronic systems,
their doorways shelters ten snoring souls.
i look for glowing eyes.
i meet none.


still:

i like the expression 'darkness falls'
it lies still, and like oil fills all the gaps.
the sky is now a negative space, not the panoramic screen it had been,
featuring weather reports, races and cartoons.
its switched off
not even the stars are on.
i can no longer pose as a day dreamer.
it is night time; you are either asleep or awake.
the tops of buildings disintegrate, islands of light guarded by spindly railings.
they are far removed from the stone doorway.


moving:

people gather at the casino
i find my way through without getting burnt.
the criss cross of shop gates form a honeycomb on the pathway.
red lights dance around no exit signs.
the waltz.
counting and turning
counting and turning
an empty suitcase next to a bin of clothes.
a traveler has decided to lose themselves here.
i am no traveler,
i carry no suitcase,
i carry no clothes.
they ended at this place and left anonymous.
i am a witness but i arrived to late.

still:

he doesn't kiss her face
he much prefers her neck
two people and two post boxes




WALKING AND FILMING

(instruction: walk and then run for the camera wherever you find a surface for the camera to rest)




WALKING WITH ANNELIES - in Berlin

(instruction: walk in Paris whilst Annelies walks in Berlin, both cut out a filter out of paper previous to the walk, use this filter to take photos along the walk)

A parrot sitting on a bucket of sweets

The metro rumbles over the church

bored sales car sales woman

she waits for her dry cleaning

two boys share a scooter ride to school

they pass a green bottle between them on a green park bench

two girls take pictures of themselves in a shop mirror

the babies green coat reaches over his chin

this street is for repairing - striped down typewriters and motorbikes

here they are whispering prayers and bottle feeding children next to bought bouquets


in red trousers and red jacket he parts with his friend

stopping outside the pharmacy to look at the cardboard woman.

then he appears again on the wheels of a scooter, he disappears round a corner.

he is my red balloon today.



she cant stay on her roller skates.

(thanks Annelies)