On our way to Prague . . .
On our way to Prague. Alicja is driving and I’m sitting in the back contorting a bit to write on my miniature keyboard. We are wondering how many kilometers we have put behind us. As of right now perhaps 3200. That seems like a lot when you don’t think of it in bits. Every part of the tour being a bit. Like bites. Everything has been so well paced and just the right amount at the right time. Like when I started to get overwhelmed we ended up in Augsburg at the ambitious Grand Hotel Cosmopolis. A collective housing 60 refugees, offering spaces for artists and running a hotel. It is grand and inspiring and I was moved visiting the house and meeting the people involved with this awesome project situated right in the city center of Augsburg. I wish every city would make room for such an inspiring project that truly creates a space for dialog and brings together people who would otherwise not meet. We stayed in beautifully constructed rooms of the hotel. Each with its own story, its own design. I stayed in the “Frauenzimmer” which is a room inspired by women in crime stories, by female detectives and little feet who got away. It’s hard to explain the little feet, but the legs of the desk each had a little shoe on its foot. It all felt very Susie Asado and I would have liked to spend days there reading the collection of detective novels on the shelf and spending more time to meet the people of the house. Yesterday was another day of entering a strange space and being transformed by it. We had a day off in Vienna and went to see the “Leiblichkeit & Sexualität” exhibit at the Votivkirche. We got a tour by the curator David Rasaf and a whole world of magical symbolism opened up. The contemporary art pieces installed are playful and disturbing dialog with the objects/symbols and spaces of the church. My favorite was a piece by called “Erdapfel”, a solid yet delicate dome-like structure made out of wood. We all climbed into the sculpture and huddled like children in a tent. I got to sit on a chair and felt a little bit like holding court. David Rasaf joked about the piece being perhaps mass produced so people could have such a dome like safe space at home. I certainly would like one. But even being in there for a while was enough to put a sense of quiet in my touring heart and now on the way to Prague it seems strange that this will be the last show before heading home to Berlin tomorrow. Tomorrow. This tour has been grand with my double AA ladies that I’m a little sore about driving home tomorrow. At the same time I am especially excited about playing tonight in Prague and our homecoming show in Berlin at Grüner Salon on the 22nd of May. So still plenty to look forward too and some sweet new plans taking shape in our imaginations and in conversation. To be continued hopefully very soon . . .