Preparations for Holy Week (known here as Semana Santa), the week before Easter, begin many weeks before the event. Signs go up in the streets and alleys in which the processions shuffle along and I’ve been warned quite a bit about how crazy and packed it gets. For example, in this most Holy of weeks, people furiously pick pocket and grope women. Who do these cretins think they are? The president of the United States? I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the death and rebirth of Jesus, can you?
My work took an unexpected turn here in Barcelona and you know what? I am totally ok with that. It’s kind of exciting, really. All the work I had planned to do I finished in Seville! That left me with no plan for my two month residency in Torelles de Foix. I bought some more material to make a few more of those head cover things and I knocked one out pretty quick and started on another.
This is the residency in “Barcelona” where I currently reside. It’s called Mas els Igols which means, “swamp farm.” There’s no swamp to be seen, but it is most certainly a farm… of grapes… and wine. It’s a vineyard!
Had a great show in Seville. It was quick and dirty! I only had three weeks in the AIRgentum Residency but I came prepared with the work I wanted to make. Martina pulled several strings to make the show happen and my lovely residency mates helped me install the show with literally only 45 minutes. It was intimate with 18 locals attending including my sweet friend that I met at the residency in Japan, Raquel. The gallery attenders had lovely questions and comments, and in the end, I feel very thankful for the experience.
I love me some sweets. Let’s see what Spain has to offer!
Jeez has it really been 26 days already? That feels like a long time and I’m already desperately missing my cats, husband, and car. Working on the subject of privacy again. This time it’s wearables. Each piece is pretty different, so I don’t have the factory-like set up like I did for the previous body of work. This stuff is relying mostly on sewing and all the stitching I’m doing here is by hand. This is totally ok. I love those mindless repetitive projects, remember? I did some sewing on my machine at home for some pieces that I anticipated doing here and boy am I glad I did that!
Skipped a couple of days while I dis- and re-combobulated in Seville. Worried enough on the day of travel and even offered a small amount of salty tears to appease the cruel entity that cares for me while I am abroad to give me a smooth day. The Spanish employees at the train station in Madrid were uncharacteristically rude and that made my attempt to get to where I needed to be extra challenging. I should stress that the majority of people I have come across have been lovely. I’m distressed that the rude ones work in the places where I am in need of the most help. Ah well.
Now this! This… is a museum I could spend some time in! The Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía houses art from the 20th century up to current work being made today. Here I saw Dali, Picasso’s Guernica (as mentioned in the previous post), more Goya, and I learned about a few new artists too. I even got to sit and watch Bunuel’s Un Chien Andalou! Watch the full movie here. (A little over 21 minutes.)
Ok first, let me get this out of the way… OH MAH GAH! I SAW GUERNICA IN PERSON! OH MAH GAH! I SAW LAS MENINAS IN PERSON! OH MAH GAH! I SAW THE THIRD OF MAY IN PERSON! OH MAH GAH! I SAW THE BLACK PAINTINGS IN PERSON! OH MAH GAH! I SAW THE NUDE AND CLOTHED MAYAS IN PERSON! OH MAH GAH! I SAW THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS IN PERSON! I also saw works by Titian, Dali, Rafael, El Greco, Tintoretto, and more.
I think I’ve come down with a cold, dammit. My immune system has been good and strong over the past several months but the trip and time/diet change has taken its toll. I’ve been in my room for a few hours this afternoon and I decided to stay in until dinner time. Going to get some green tea, ramen, and hit a pharmacy so that they can give me something to help me sleep.
Been home for a week now. Want to finish up the Dutch design week posts and get that nagging tea ceremony post finished. (No disrespect to the tea ceremony, of course!) It’s awesome being home and holing up feels all kinds of right for me here. I think the cats are helping me out on that front. I’m finally sleeping normally, from 10:30 to 6:30, and I feel rested. YES. The first few days were tough because I was waking up at 4. I’d make my tea as quietly as I could and turn on AC Origins, also quietly, and would play until Ryder woke up. Usually though, it had me hooked until noon… the way video games tend to do.
My work took a strange turn when I got to the Obras Holland residency. I landed on drawing the images of historic sculptures of Medusa because I liked the rage in her face and I was relating that to the way I feel about our privacy rights being whittled away. I thought that’s what I was going to focus on while I was in Renkum but I found myself dissatisfied with the results. Now, if you were my student, I’d tell you to push through that idea. Keep scratching it like an itch and eventually it will welt up and bleed for you. No… Wait. If you were my student I’d tell you never to go with your first idea. I’d say, “Come up with ten more ideas and then we’ll talk. You need to brainstorm.” Well shit. I LOVE brainstorming! So, back to the drawing board I went. No… that’s not right… Away from the drawing board! Time to research.