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28.3.08
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28.2.08
Απίιιιιιστευτο... ΠΕΚΙΙΙΙΙΙΙΝΟ!!!!!
Ήρθε η πρόσκληση... I'm speechless...
Αυτάαααα... Δεν ξέρω τι να πω!!!!
Πε, πε, πε, Πεκίιιιινο!!!
Φιλία και καλή μας μέρα!!
Αυτάαααα... Δεν ξέρω τι να πω!!!!
Πε, πε, πε, Πεκίιιιινο!!!
Φιλία και καλή μας μέρα!!
27.2.08
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9.2.08
Kimsooja - Journey into the world
In her work, elements of Korean culture are interwoven in poetic ways with contemporary artistic means of expression, such as installations, performances and electronic media. The topics that can be traced in her works are the conditions of existence and communication in the framework of globalization, the nomadic way of life, migration as well as the position and role of women in contemporary society.
Kimsooja’s Bottari Truck has begun its new journey…
With the baggage of the present bearing silent witness to multicoloured journeys, the artist, immobile and free, crosses time, wanders amongst familiar places and memories, visits histories and fragments of histories, returns to the world of singularity and difference. To her own body.
Her reconciliation is like the rhythmic fluidity of the Needle-Woman on the curve of the rock, there where earth meets the heavens; it is also like the poetic meditation of the immobile woman before the painting of the River Yamuna.
Kimsooja’s journey is our journey, too.
Alone, with her back to us, but with her gaze on a level with our own, she invites us to journey into ourselves through her eyes. She becomes the in between space that unites the self with the other. Which is why any similarity with Caspar David Friedrich’s Wanderer is confined to contrast. She counterposes the sanctity of her anonymity and the unity with the antagonistic gulf between the romantic ego and the Sublime. Female mystery with male conquest. Alterity with identity; the alterity of her self and of her gender. Of her exile and of her nomadic wanderings.
The same desire for reconciliation brings her and brings us into the world, into the heart of its metropolises. Silent and immobile once more, she penetrates powerfully and resolutely into the body of the crowd, always against the tide. With her difference interrupting and bridging the flow at one and the same time. With her poetic subtlety revealing the counter forces, but neutralizing them, too. Daring to dramatize human conditions and situations she fights. Social and political exclusion, isolation, want, marginalization. Using the persona of the foreigner, the homeless woman, the beggar woman, to break through to the Other side.
It is Kimsooja’s journey into herself and others. Through the others. A journey into the world.
With the baggage of the present bearing silent witness to multicoloured journeys, the artist, immobile and free, crosses time, wanders amongst familiar places and memories, visits histories and fragments of histories, returns to the world of singularity and difference. To her own body.
Her reconciliation is like the rhythmic fluidity of the Needle-Woman on the curve of the rock, there where earth meets the heavens; it is also like the poetic meditation of the immobile woman before the painting of the River Yamuna.
Kimsooja’s journey is our journey, too.
Alone, with her back to us, but with her gaze on a level with our own, she invites us to journey into ourselves through her eyes. She becomes the in between space that unites the self with the other. Which is why any similarity with Caspar David Friedrich’s Wanderer is confined to contrast. She counterposes the sanctity of her anonymity and the unity with the antagonistic gulf between the romantic ego and the Sublime. Female mystery with male conquest. Alterity with identity; the alterity of her self and of her gender. Of her exile and of her nomadic wanderings.
The same desire for reconciliation brings her and brings us into the world, into the heart of its metropolises. Silent and immobile once more, she penetrates powerfully and resolutely into the body of the crowd, always against the tide. With her difference interrupting and bridging the flow at one and the same time. With her poetic subtlety revealing the counter forces, but neutralizing them, too. Daring to dramatize human conditions and situations she fights. Social and political exclusion, isolation, want, marginalization. Using the persona of the foreigner, the homeless woman, the beggar woman, to break through to the Other side.
It is Kimsooja’s journey into herself and others. Through the others. A journey into the world.
Anna Kafetsi
"A One-Word Name Is An Anarchist's Name."
http://www.kimsooja.com8.2.08
Γιούπι, το Calypso ΖΕΙ!!!
Γιούπι, ΖΕΙ!
Πράγματι, το πλοίο… το όμορφο και θρυλικό καράβι του Cousteau, το πανέμορφο CALYPSO, ξαναζεί! Ναι!!!
Ζεί! Ύστερα από 12 χρόνια στη κόλαση των καραβιών,
σε ένα ναυπηγείο μέσα στη σκουριές, χτυπημένο, κυνηγημένο από δικαστικές αντιζηλίες, ξεγραμμένο από τους πάντες…
Άντεξε όμως! Και λίγο πριν πεθάνει, τελικά σώθηκε!
Και ύστερα από μία μεγάλη ανακαίνιση που θα διαρκέσει ένα με δύο χρόνια, θα είναι και πάλι πάνω στα κύματα... μαζί μας!!
Γιούυυυυυυυπι!!!!!
28.1.08
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14.1.08
Moi, je souhaiterais que tu nages
Comme les dauphins, les dauphins savent nager
Bien que rien nous gardera ensemble
Nous les vaincrons, les vaincrons à jamais
On pourrait être héros pour jusqu'à jamais
Moi, je serai un roi
Et toi, tu seras ma reine
Bien que rien, rien ne les chassera
On pourra être héros pour jusqu'à jamais
On pourrait être nous pour jusqu'à jamais
Je, je me rappelle - Je me rappelle
Debout, prèsdu mur - Près du mur
Les gardes tirant
Au delà de nous - Au delà de nous
Et on s'embrassait
Comme si rien ne tombait - Rien ne tombait
Et la honte était de l'autre côté Oh nous les vaincrons, nous les vaincrons à jamais
On pourra être héros pour jusqu'à jamais
On peut être un heros
On peut être un heros
On peut être un heros
Pour jusqu'à jamais
10.1.08
9.1.08
7.1.08
Koukou-Tsa
Μπεμπέεεεεε!!!
ΧΡΟΝΙΑ ΠΟΛΛΑ Bebeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! :-)
Και πάντα χαρές & υγεία!!! Νι!
Χρόνια πολλά & φιλιάααααα
Peliopeeeeepe
ΧΡΟΝΙΑ ΠΟΛΛΑ Bebeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! :-)
Και πάντα χαρές & υγεία!!! Νι!
Χρόνια πολλά & φιλιάααααα
Peliopeeeeepe
4.1.08
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1.1.08
xronia polla kai kali xronia! euxomai ta kalitera kai ola na pane kala. kai akoma kai an den pane opos ta ypologizoume na exoume thn dynami na ta antimetopisoume ma to kefali psila.
euxi: h xronia poy erxetai na epitrepsei sto kathena mas na oloklirosei mia toulaxiston apo tis vathiteres skepseis tou.
filia
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