Below is the transcript of the YIP’s, together documenting their time here.
BAM! Hello? Ehhhm…Well that’s different. Different than India. Oh yes. Right. We are in the western world. Again. England. Grey. Do I understand their english? Interesting. Do I like how they speak? Capitalism. Consumerism. Selfconcousness. Expensive clothes. Many people are using the street for their catwalk. Who am I in this world? Who was I in India? Are my clothes okay? Been a while since I paid attention to my outer appeareance like this. Ah! Relief! My whiteness is quiet again. My womenness is quieter. Where are the colours? What am I doing here? Why am I here? The last moments in India have been so intense! Digestion? Peanuts. What time is it? Time? Pffhhh! Useless when everything and every day is merging into each other. Fluent. Am I in the presence? COLD! From 35 to 2 degrees! The wind goes through my bones, turns around them, covers them with a resistant layer of coldness and continues its way to its next victim. Sun? AAAARgh. Brown skin under grey clouds.
Sweater over sweater and never enough. Finally porrige for breakfast! Hoppla! Everything is so expensive again! Warm soup as a welcome. Warm welcome. Welcome. Open Source Arts. I like the walking in the morning. What is this place? Struggeling plants. Colours on the wall. People? Circus! Juggeling. Slackline. Wow! Vibes. Cubes! “And we can use all of this?” Yes. Crazy. “Heda, that’s perfect!” – “That’s extremely perfect!” This seems like a place to support me diving into my creativity. Oh yes! Nice! I am exited! And we even get a cube each one of us! Amazing! Look, all these fabrics we can use! Jeans. “Milena, these jeans are fire, man! Look at their shape! Do you see how my body looks like in these? Fire! They will be my project!”
Wooooaaaaw, all these drawings and self-made posters. I immediatly start to be in my zone as I start to do a collage and decorate my cube. Woooaaaaw. Ha! Phil. Shy rayons of sun. “It’ s like India, isn’t it?” I enjoy your energy. Inspiring capacity to make people smile. Myra. warm and lemon-yellow to high-pink enegy. Enjoyable. Tick. Joe. Alex. Thank you. Very interesting team. Characters. All of you are characters. Bikes. Teammeeting. Schedule. Fun outside events. Gay community. Where does your political openness comes from? Funny. Hot water for tea. You help us a lot to make us feel welcomed and held. I feel welcomed and held. Who can I be at Open Source Arts and what can I bring? I love working at the loft space! Dusty, loud. Music. STUPID
annoying nails! Owa! That was my thumb. Ow. Aaaaha. Now I have it! I figured out how to use the hammer in a helpful way. “Check.”
There you go. Your turn again. Sun. “Good game.” Yes. Good game. Very good game! Life is a good game! Shame. Sexual imaginations. Renovating the Youth centre. I didn’t know that part of my body had muscles. Oh right. I have a back. Aha, yes, thank you, legs. I am very aware of your presence! Wabble. Muscle ache. Tight belt. My head is three times bigger than it actually is. Forest-event. Planning. Sitting. Dialog. Zoning into my collage. Is this place making me feel? Productive. I love the blue bike I am riding! Ziiiiouuuuuummm!!! Look how cool I am in this neon orange jacket! Where can I buy organic food? Bread. Bread for lunch with my four companions. “Girl loves her peppercorns!” Sharing. We live together in a small cute apartment. “Do you want to play chess with me?” Telling stories at dinner. “Let’s go OPSAs!!!” – “That’s my side of the bed, Miles.” – “Who is cooking tomorrow?” – “How are you feeling apart from physically?” Living like a little familiy of five. Crazy life. Three weeks! Let’s better enjoy this time and get to work! YOOOHOOOO! See you at the “Forests in Motion” – event. Is that what she meant? Bread.
