een Hand Gebonden Kunstenaarsboek '(The) Fairing(s)', the Artist's-Books Workshop,Vilnius
2009 a hand-bound Artist's-Book / le
Livre d'Artist / ein handgebundenes Künstler Buch / Mahler
time' 13 - 10 - 2009 / 14 - 10 - 2009
paper, donated by Drukkerij Douma Dokkum and the Atelier It Plein
19, sent by post last week, in order to have it when the workshop
will indeed start; well it will appear not to be there 'yet'.
Friend Oep Elbers got me right in time on the last train to Schiphol
on the evening of the 13th.
Spent the night on Amsterdam Air port. Have a few espresso's
and a whisky to go with it, whilst doing some translation job
I'm working on the last month or so. Probably the 'strong and
harshly gunned hands' that walk their duty-rounds is the thing
that must give us, the good people, a safe and homely feeling
- I may be from an other planet - it reminds me of Hungary and
Turkey in bad and long gone days - in fact the 'strong arm' is
just there to keep 'suspicious sleepers' awake. As I just happen
to sit next to them I now know everything about tunnel-cleaning
and safety-precautions taken on the roads leading to the Amsterdam
Air Port - a policeman's life must be very dull without a friends
to brag to, and all that boasting-time the safety-issue is unattended
for (a rest for the wicked, so to say). Some how the customs-officers
take a 'deep interst' in my gear, well there is this intricate
machine: a music-box of course. Together with a bleeping light
it is reason for a thorough search. Must be the colour of my
Take off from Schiphol is perfect, LOT-Polish Airline is perfect
(was not expecting any else since their heroic history during
WWII) - after taxiing what seems to be the stretch to Groningen.
Meal is expectedly unappatizing (I may be unfair there as my
appetide is none to begin with) - due to a forecasted turbulence
there is no beer. When the turbulence is showing real it is in
the shape of an unexpected snowdrift - wild and cold! - on Warswaw
airport. All and everything delayed, the plane we are supposed
to be boarding is (stays) in Vienna, at times there is visibility
of only a few yards. A found-in-the-end airplane must be defrosted
(with a fair few others waiting in a row), flight is slightly
'adventurous' (again no beer and again something of a bread-roll
I could not be less interested in). It is a bumpy ride, and at
touch-down in Vilnius there is spontaneous applaus from passengers
- some may still have been praying, which is a certain way of
never getting to terms with reality.
poor Kestutis is waiting for us for hours on Vilnius Air Port.
The grabbing-from-the-wall of Lithuanian money gets started,
as does the throwing it about - in a blink one can see the inevitable
difficulties that will emerge in this 'strange economy'. Yes
you can eat for 0,60 Euro, but do you like to?; books cost about
nothing, but second-hand, and even worse antiquarian bookshops
owners are being considered as villains selling out national
heretage, for what is left of it anyway.
remember what happened after the airplane's touch down up till
the moment I am resting in my room in the most perfect Shakespeare
Hotel, except for the airfield's cafe not selling alcoholics.
lugage is wet through, wonder how that is in an airplane - not
sure I really want to know.
Shakespeare i find myself never getting used to being put in
a 'Goethe' as 'them' being Dutch/German/Belgian or god knows
what (and don't realy like Goethe very much anyway), but the
room (damn it, I have to pass the 'Burns' room on the way) is
perfect and so is service, and breakfast. I will indulge in Blini's
with Poached Eggs and Red Kaviar, Fruit Salads, and Toast with
Salmon in the morning, and have the very best Baltic Herring
(sorry to the home-front, I like these better than the famous
'Maatjes Haring' as their taste is stronger a wild-fishy-one
and the texture is more fleshy). In all "When in Rome do
as the Roman's do, so the 'Full English' I happen to see on my
Korean's friends plate is to go without the bleak white sausage
in white beans in tomato sauce, or indeed the soggy tomato and
fried champions. There are a few of Kipling's novels in the breakfast
area that, together with a 50's book with photographs on Great-Britain
landscapes make up for the Goethe theme in my room. Well, bath,
cup-a-tea, and fruit, it is all there! Refined but slovenly-homely,
great place to relax in the coming days.
is not on right now as tutors (after the nineteen-sixties I could
not be called 'professor') are asked out for dinner with the
grafic's staff. The most perfect 'zeppelins' (patatoe with a
meat filling) together with the local beers make the evening
ending in a conversation on what we personally think precious
in art. In this atmosphere of sincere honnesty I cannot but utter
my disgust about 'the biennale-artist', a special breed that
is represented everywhere with 'international-art', something
that sadly stands in the way of some real personal thing - oh
yes, I bloody well know it makes the bread less dull, but I'm
not at all sure about that in the art-works.
bell-boy gladly reminds me about a possible wake-up call for
an on-coming morning.
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