autumn day

 

he’ll not build now, who has no house awaiting. who’s now alone, will so remain. sit late, read, write long letters, and again return to restlessly perambulating the adventures of parks when leaves downrain.

déjà vu

waking up with a sore throat and a aching head pounding to the ears and i think to myself wasn’t i sick just a few days ago? weak muscles and useless mind and i dream strange dreams and it is so hot and i boil liters of water and gurgle salt and then lemongingerhoneylemongingerhoney this never ending mantra and then the bank calls and tell me i am minus on my account and funny how they always reach you when they need you but how come they never pick up the phone when i call? and then i think the same thoughts as i often do and reach the same conclusions as many other times and i drink some more tea and pray that sake might do the job and i watch a documentary and feel hopeless and watch another one and fall asleep in the middle and wake up to write a complain letter and gurgle and drink some more and feel the pattern is the same and a tiny bit bigger than i am.

fuzz

   

i wrote this post already. something about my new favorite being fuzzy pictures, together with the old time favorite of self portraits in random mirrors. fuzzy, perhaps cause i am fuzzy and blurred out right now. and perhaps because some of these pictures were taken after the second drink, which might be another plausible reason. anyhow, this post somehow got lost on the way.

it is already october, i think my blogging died a little bit and here’s a song for the weekend. soundtrack from new york.

then came the rain

     

and the ‘made in china’ umbrella was not much of a protection. and where are my rubber boots when i need them? still, it was hot and humid. it seemed like the whole city chose to visit moma because of the showers, next time i will go when it is sunny.

the mandatory moment

sweetest sisters with the mandatory moments. it is raining in new york today. i like it.

“let’s invite something new by unifying our silences,if,then and there, we advance, we’ll know it soon enough”

23rd&24th

  

actually everything is quite fine

 

apparently,in new york the squirrels are considered rats with a fancy tail. and they won’t mind posing for you. my favorites so far was walking the stairs of the chelsea hotel, which is like wandering a maze full of art and old memories, a huge store for baking on the west 23rd street, and my sisters of course. *even though they didn’t stick to the pictures yet* and another favorite, which has nothing to do with new york, is the beautiful gift they brought me from textilspanieln. elisabeth i agree with you, actually everything is quite fine…

for the rest, weird dreams, early waking hours and the zombie thing all over again. tonight, we premiere at the kitchen. have a good one!

jetlagged

 

goodmorning new york. goodmorning world. i had the scariest flight in a long time, with turbulence, lightning and thunders. the plane lifting in the air just to drop down with a choir of shocked voices from the passengers.it went on like that for about an hour. i had so much adrenaline after that, it took me two whiskeys and a long playlist to come back to myself. then i was utterly happy to still be alive. and enjoyed every single moment of it. and here i am in new york. with a jetlag and a bed which is shorter than me by ten cm’s, plus on a diagonal. but oh so alive.

then and now

brooklyn bridge in 2008. i was in new york to dance but with another group, in a completely different context. and at that time my camera just broke down and i did the whole trip with a disposable camera. times change. i look forward to exploring the streets, getting lost, dancing, dancing, dancing, and hanging with these two!

compensation

with all this flying, i decided to compensate by donating part of my earned salary here!

more

      

leaving sydney for new york. spring for autumn. and travelling back in time. not even trying to comprehend were i am in all of that. sydney has been alot of fun. we even managed to squeeze some rainforest into the schedule. well worth it… unfortunately no kangaroos spotted. today, despite pains and tiredness i will give the opera house all what i have. i doubt i will be back anytime soon.

blue’s, green’s, campers and so on

    

another session of blues and greens. we jumped to bondi beach before the performance. the sea gives the greatest perspective. we are small after all. i keep finding signs, and i dream of that camper that i will drive from one place to another. perhaps this is a call for my drivers license more than anything?

tonight will be our third performance in the opera house, tomorrow a day of rest and adventure, then two more shows to go and we head of to new york… have a lovely day!

past few days

     

i am wearing sneakers for the first time since…the winter. my feet are closed in again. it is a lovely, but chilly spring weather going on over here. the two pairs of feet above however, belong to my friends that i know from sweden, who live in melbourne. one of the best things with touring is when you have the opportunity to meet up with friends you never see otherwise. the ultimate combination of business and pleasure. and so far sydney has been way more pleasures than business. walking, looking, coffee-drinking, talking, walking, eating, photographing, walking, zombie\ing, sleeping, walking some more. but tonight we premiere. and i still feel like my body got lost somewhere between london and hongkong.

haven’t yet found a good place to internet, and i miss popping in to read your blogs. but i will do some catching up as soon as i can. love and kiss from sydney!

p.s this song is a perfect song for autumn days, the clip makes me want to ride a bike…

the maze

not only did we get major lost trying to find the opera house (even though you can pretty much see it from everywhere) but also you definitely get lost inside the building. it is HUGE! even the people that work in the building and want to help you find your way get lost. so if you never hear from me again, it might mean i am lost in the sydney opera house. wandering endlessly the stairs with other performers who got lost during the years.

sydney (through the eyes of a zombie)

   

we made it. all the way to australia, sydney. how exactly did that happen? i am not sure. but i read ‘a wild sheep chase’ from the beginning to the end, slept for eight hours sitting straight in my chair with only my head moving from right to left and dreamt many dreams, there above the clouds. and now we are fighting the jetlag, a whole day of walking the streets of sydney like zombies with the weirdest little things happening to us. and i keep finding messages in the street signs, ready to be deciphered.