TRAVEL DIARY

A weblog regularly updated by Jodi Rose.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

7:28 PM
Posted by jodi rose

the transit radio lounge ended up being a series of waiting rooms in empty spaces, with some fabulous beauracratic furniture (including the desk with 'anmeldung' label on it - what you need to register your address as a foreigner in germany) and a collection of 60's-70's radio (borrowed from seamus - thank you!) all tuned to the transit lounge conversations.

jasper, isabelle and kenzee built a fabulous cosy cubby-house out of watering cans outside the window, and we installed two radios in those closest to the ears of the person lying in the deckchair inside, with a great stereo effect. most people ended up hanging out there by the spree, as it was such a gorgeous spring night, which meant the gallery rooms were mainly empty - but this worked well for that sense of abandoned spaces and non-functioning beauracratic emptiness.

the bugged radio was very obvious, am curious to find out what we captured on the night from people walking by, or talking into it.

now it seems that I will stay in the transit lounge a little longer, as the new artists are happy to collaborate, and we all took a trip to the cellar to check out the possibilities of the space. It's huge, goes under the entire three buildings and courtyards, with a series of interconnecting rooms and doors. Dreaming up labyrinthine ideas and experiences for the audience, and watching inspirational films down there on monday evening. after the new david lynch 'INLAND EMPIRE' at Berlin Arsenal, everyone will be soaking with ideas and possibilities.

this is the city of infinite possibility. sometimes you can't think too loud, as whatever it is in your mind has a tendency to happen, almost instantaneously. I've never been anywhere so prone to co-incidence and synchronicity. Remembering that it works best if you just go with it. Give yourself up to the city, and see where she takes you.

Planning a series of whispered enticements in the dark spaces underground, based on fairtyales and myths, fragmented through experiences and replayed in stereo remixes.

Radio unplugged, as a new friend called the installation last week.

Tonight is the curators without borders exhibition opening, followed by joni's boyfriends' tattoo parlour exhibition (no pain no brain) and then home to an early night and more writing to deadline.

Tchuss,

xx transit loungessa princesza