23.4.15
Pocket Memory Shop Barcelona II, La Bonne cultural center
(La Bonne és un espai de trobada, intercanvi i creació de projectes culturals feministes caracteritzat pel treball en tres àmbits: audiovisuals, performance, viver de projectes: www.labonne.org)
9.4.15
Pocket Memory Shop
25.3.15
stains
I
found a pair of green trousers in a laundromat. They had been washed
and abandoned, the stains hadn’t come out, they covered most of the
right leg.
I took them home. I’ve got a soft spot for stains. They are like islands in a sea of ordinariness, messing things up, happy reminders.
More about the clothes in my Pocket Memory shop HERE
I took them home. I’ve got a soft spot for stains. They are like islands in a sea of ordinariness, messing things up, happy reminders.
More about the clothes in my Pocket Memory shop HERE
20.3.15
new old shoes
I made a mistake today. I was wearing my old shoes, walking the city,
waiting for things to fall in place. Everything went wrong. Small
things, nothing to worry about. It makes you wonder though.
Just now I remembered the shoes I found last week next to a garbage container. I was on my way to a dance party. I found a pair of shoes, I took them for my Pocket Memory shop, never even checking the size, from the look of them they seemed far too big for me. That same night exactly at midnight an old nomadic dancing friend from Bulgaria showed up on the dance floor. Around 3 she disappeared. I danced on with somebody else, three times he asked me why I was in Barcelona. Three times I answered “because of the blue sky”. He never asked my name. I didn’t ask for his. He disappeared as well. I went home when the birds were waking up. The next day the sky turned black and big hail stones covered the streets.
Just now I remembered the shoes I found last week next to a garbage container. I was on my way to a dance party. I found a pair of shoes, I took them for my Pocket Memory shop, never even checking the size, from the look of them they seemed far too big for me. That same night exactly at midnight an old nomadic dancing friend from Bulgaria showed up on the dance floor. Around 3 she disappeared. I danced on with somebody else, three times he asked me why I was in Barcelona. Three times I answered “because of the blue sky”. He never asked my name. I didn’t ask for his. He disappeared as well. I went home when the birds were waking up. The next day the sky turned black and big hail stones covered the streets.
The sky was cloudy
today but I did see the sun getting smaller and bigger again. But it
didn’t really. It stayed the same. Other things changed, moved.
Tonight I returned to my safe dark cave in the galery where I live. I have to make some decisions. Where to go. What to do. I just tried on the shoes I found. They are a perfect fit. So here I am, in my full moon dress on a dark moon night, connecting dots.
New shoes. Let’s see what happens now.
Tonight I returned to my safe dark cave in the galery where I live. I have to make some decisions. Where to go. What to do. I just tried on the shoes I found. They are a perfect fit. So here I am, in my full moon dress on a dark moon night, connecting dots.
New shoes. Let’s see what happens now.
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