Dienstag, 27. März 2012

a performance in steinmaur, someday

Two years ago I've been working as an assistant of a sculptor.
He works in a shed in a forest.
There is a whole quasi-shanty town of studios.
Some of the sculptors work in rusty hangars.
(Actually, why are there hangars in the forest?
Was there an airport?
Do forests grow that fast?)

In the early spring, only two artists were around.
There was a late snow, it was very cold.

But then the snow melted, the sun came out,
and I immediatly knew that I wanted to play music there,
bring some folks there.
The sculptors think that they make sculptures.
But I think their most precious work is their space.

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