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!
There’s been an unseasonable amount of rain here. It rained heavily for about two and a half weeks. The rain finally let up yesterday and I could have gone for a walk then but I wanted the roads to dry out for one more day. Today I took my first walk.
Citrus trees grow like weeds out here and there’s a lemon tree in the front yard. One of the Help X tasks is to prune the tree. After careful research on lemon tree pruning, it was found that all of the lemons had to be picked first. Now, all of these lemons could have simply been sold to the grocery store but the NZ’s weren’t having it. Thus, March 13th was officially declared Lemon Day… and then Lemon Day got moved to the 14th. And then another Lemon Day happened on the 15th. As we suspected, it’s more accurate to call this Lemon Week, and nothing is better than Lemon Week. Lemon Week activities will continue with a second grand rendering of lemon marmalade. A second? Yes, let me show you the first. BUT, before that is the lemon preserving process…
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.
Welp. I made it. I’m in Spain. As per the usual custom, I became irritable a couple of days before departure and cried when I hugged Ryder goodbye. (I almost got him going this time. DAMN I love that guy.) Another 24-ish hour journey under my belt. A few rookie mistakes were made but nothing that I’m beating myself up over.
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.
I’m home. I can’t believe it. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT. Everything is so familiar yet none of this feels like mine. At least my body remembers where everything is and I haven’t knocked anything over or jammed my toes on anything while jet-laggedly fussing with stuff in the dark. As an added bonus, I get to write to you this morning with a soft, warm, purring animal in my lap. I’ll have to see what kind of moisturizer Ryder’s been using. The return home was a solid 25 hours of travel but everything went very smoothly despite my worrying that it wouldn’t. Let me tell you about it!
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.
Really, I think I only saw about half of the venues at DDW17. I did, however, get my fill. By the time I left I was definitely designed out. Parts of Dutch Design Week feel like an enormous Maker Faire as this and a few future posts will confirm. Starting with robots, we begin our journey into the amazing world of design. I never quite got what the “robot love” thing was about, but to procure one of these sweet stickers I had to sign a document promising that I would indeed love robots. Wondering what that means exactly and if I’m going to be paid.