the roads leading to right directions and everything’s going wrong

Set it free,

things are cool.

Let it be,

life is full.

Then you made it,

it is all,

you should love it,

final call.

Then you say

‘I’ll be going’

that's the way

love is showing.

Right directions,

roads are leading,

and projections

of wrong meaning. 

tell me about the museum of the future

Gesamtkunstwerk, power station, an institution, an archipelago. The museum of the future is not a futuristic creation, but a vision of the world, art and place, filtrated through the history and globalization. The book by Cristina Bechtler and Dora Imhof is a compilation of talks with the curators, museum directors and artists, who answer for the same question set, gradually building up the new definition of  a place to display art. Chris Dercon, Michael Gavin, Hans Ulrich Obrist, Jacques Herzog - these are their concepts we observe in this series of ordinary interviews that inspire and make us realize how grateful we shall be for those buildings and artworks, that someone set into a museum. 

we were made by the cities

History cannot go wrong, people built the cities. They constructed and planned, following the logic, utopia and utilitarian ideals. City is a creation that was supposed to serve the human and now it’s a power station that makes us as we are.

I’m taking London as a point of reference, because that’s where I’ve spent the last two years and that’s the place I will leave in three months for a different, obscure location. Trying to observe the rhythm of days, the silent noise of nights, the never ending blinking of the lights, I see the blurred lines passing by. Nothing I can discern in full glow, just a blend of images, constant rush, ambition pulsating and clashing ideas emerging. I need to be thankful for that, a lesson of life I don’t want for myself. For a while, that’s how I was, exactly like that place, always oblivious of good things, without the capacity to hear my own head saying ‘it’s a different way of being you need’. And then, millions of people, thriving or suffocating, loving or detesting, they find themselves in the set of streets, where they become the tiny elements of urban landscapes, either lost or found, the city wants you to fit.

Being non-conformist, being honest with oneself will always lead to the question about the physical place you’re in. I don’t want to be made by a city. I’m searching for the city that will be my natural reflection. 

songs to listen to when driving through cities

One of the greatest joys of driving through the cities is seeing all the lights and the fast motion of changing landscapes. It can be your hometown, it can be a huge metropolis – every city has its allure when seen from outside the window, when dream-like and distant. This occaison needs a soundtrack and here is one.  

The Jesus & Mary Chain ‘Just Like Honey’

Cocteau Twins ‘Love’s Easy Tears’

Kevin Shields ‘Outro’

Galaxie 500 ‘Listen The Snow is Falling’

Neko Case ‘In California’

Burce Springsteen ‘Dream Baby Dream’

Kindness ‘Swingin’ Party’

New Order ‘Ceremony’

remember where you come from and it will save your life

When I see a change coming, a landscape in transition, an aspiration obliterating my mind, I forget that the only things I should ever possess need to be true of me.

I want things I am shown. I constantly compare, not materially, but subjectively – the value of my life.  What do I want, why do I want it. Where do I come from, what do I have. Could I have it if my life has been otherwise. I have so much. I have my own memory, my visions and things I’ve seen and the person next to me on this crazy train has its own. It is beautiful to perceive the life through my  clouded mind, it’s been given to me for something and it’s special, so great.  I have the sensibility of a kid and a love for things grey, that’s what I’ve seen in the place I come from. It’s not a conformism to seek similarities when you come into adult reality. Life is here, I am life.

Man’s a never-finished form as Hesse claimed. He was so right. 

but what if even love cannot drag you out of loneliness

There is a man and a woman, there is a relationship. She is a fleeting creature, constantly wavering and transforming, but she’s also the only certainty of his life. He is sentimental, aspiring, writing a book that never turns out to be more than a magnet of his own sorrows, which deepens the frustration. He leaves her and then he comes back.

The Battle of Toulouse by French Jose Cabanis is a novel of many thoughts. Where do we get love from? It is in endless trips around the coast, summer noons and talking without the purpose of being smart. It can be found in a person, a being that seeks same assertion, a non-verbal communicate ‘you’re sitting next to me and that’s so cool and important that I don’t need to say it’. This is a story of people who never fully unveil themselves in front of each other, because it is always that we are unwilling to expose all secrets of heart. But if we don’t, even love cannot drag you out of loneliness.