Friday, July 27, 2007

Travel Day 3


Another seven hours of hasty ramblings through three giant exhibition halls.
Names of the artists flow through my mind.
I see detailed documents, lenghty media installations,
I see Harvey Keitel in a black room,

I see clear messages

we go hiding.

During the night I sit on the white coach behind these doors.*

White people wearing white suits drink white wine whilst listening to white incidental music and dreaming about having been Andy Warhol in a black polo shirt.
We drink enormous amounts of wine.
We ask the waitress if it's possible to dance.
No, says the waitress, this is a chill-out club, you are supposed to sit on the sofa and chill out.
So we sit on the sofa.
My colleague pretends to be Spiderwoman who attacks a rabbit hole.
I try to save poor animal with my glittery hooves.
Unfortunately my taiga the hulk-hoof boots and snaps his room key in two pieces.
Next morning my 45 year old colleague explains to the receptionist how he sat on the key accidentally. I try my best not to neigh.

* Yes, one of the flattened figures is mine.


Occasional Poster of Comments said...

I love the way you describe things :)

BiB said...

Oh, was this Documenta? Someone was telling me about it yesterday. Of course I wouldn't understand a thing if I went to it.

Sopwith-Camel said...

Any Warhol? I'd rather be Bruce Lee in a black polo neck jumper. You get to make much more interesting noises.

Taiga the Fox said...

Thank you OPC :)

BiB, you guessed right. Unfortunately there isn't any Taiga convention yet in Germany, as far as i know.

S-C, I think they were just those Any Warhols who sat there :)

Sopwith-Camel said...


Taiga the Fox said...

I'm going to start using that Any Warhol, it's brilliant :)

Bowleserised said...

Acting like a pony gets inconvenient when you're grown up, doesn't it?

Taiga the Fox said...

Sometimes I doubt this whole grown up-thing...