May 2010
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Bring on the gossip?
It’s been a year since I moved back to the states. I miss me being in Berlin. Biking and walking everywhere, feeling exposed and excited. I’ve been able to go back and spend some time there, be productive, and I like how that is going. I’m not ready to move back, oh god. I’m not ready to move anywhere. I need some calm after my self-inflicted whirlwind.
It was easier to keep this blog going....
September 2009
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What is it about motivating people to do things especially if it’s in their best interest? I feel like I’m pulling teeth here. Short House is an ongoing project that started out as just something to do since we had the time and not a lot of resources to show or produce art. Now I’m more than happy to say it’s developed into some sort of curatorial project producing art shows in Berlin. As an...
June 2009
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Apologies for the spring hiatus. Instead of writing my mind has been focused on getting a sense of place back. I realize I’ve been in a survival mode longer than I want to admit. I’ve also been living out of a suitcase for 2 months. When I left Berlin this spring, I developed a deep appreciation for the people I met there. Quite a few things came full circle. I’ve mentioned the ever growing ever...
March 2009
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Ian and I were talking about our jobs to each. We both shared the same hesitation to the fact that we cannot understand any of our students when they speak German to each other. “I know they’re not making fun of me, but.” “Yeah, my students are very playful with me. It’s very transparent that they are teasing, so I play along. I laugh and smile, making them feel like it’s cool to have fun.” I have...
February 2009
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Why am I the weird one? At my local grocery shop no one else seems to buy groceries for more than one meal at a time. And it’s not even enough for an entire meal. I see people buying some dried meat, a couple beers, and a yogurt. When I roll up with an overflowing hand basket I get vibed every time by the checkout lady. Last night I was actually excited to see someone’s large load. (I wanted to...
January 2009
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A couple of my favorite things about Berlin are the people and what they can conjure up. I went to such an exemplary party the other night. A friend had the street coordinates to the location of the party. Supposedly these parties are nomadic and sprout up in vacant spaces throughout Berlin. This time it was in the basement of an old abandoned train station. We got to the correct intersection, but...
December 2008
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Last weekend The Berlin Office hosted an opening for its temporary exhibition, I am the space where I am. It was a good time. I was reminded of the ambitions of Short House’s Group Show. I really love it when a space can be transformed into something communal and intimate. There’s inspiration in that. From the exhibition text: “The Berlin Office holds various functions as a space. It is first...
November 2008
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Various UBahn stations along the U7 line. This first one is my favorite.
On Wednesday Nov. 5th, the US presidential election results were heard in Berlin. Many Berliners stayed up all night to see the results of the election. There were parties all around the city, for Americans, other expats, and even as specific as for Democrats. . It wasn’t until 6am that the results were in. The buzz was similar to what I expect it was like in the states. My friend Terra asked me...
October 2008
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A shared artist studio in the quaint up-and-coming neighborhood of Wedding hosts a fabulous salon and brunch once a month for about 40 guests. (It kind of feels like a singles mixer from some prior decade, but for English-speaking artists.) I was nervous attending for the first time because I didn’t know anyone, and the invite seemed very intimate. Turns out, everyone was very friendly and chatty....
September 2008
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Considering Niehl’s story about where he decides to call home makes me reflect about my recent relocation. If I have always thought of the notion of community as an important aspect in my lifestyle, then why did I move away from my closest friends and family?
I met another artist on a train ride through France. Her name is Audrey and she is French. She studied art in Amsterdam and continues to...
