This was an interesting time. Started in Berlin then took a train to Poland. Had to switch trains in this tiny city in Poland called Kutno. It was a little scary. People were staring at my like I was from another planet. I kind of enjoyed it. I also made an effort to wear articles of clothing that made my indigenous features stand out. I think people really liked it. Everyone in both Poland and the Czech Republic were so nice and helpful. Even when they didn't speak english, they made an effort to help however they could. I still owe this Polish guy a house mix. I'm working on it right now.
Thanks to Lukasz and Martin for setting everything up and being such gracious hosts. I was going through a lot of mental things at the time.
While in Ostrava I found out that Suzanne Fiol passed away 2 days before. I was devastated and alone in a strange city. I can't even begin to express to you how much I miss Suzanne. The performance the following day in Ostrava was dedicated to her, with a piece that I entitled "Burial Song". I used an eskimo chant record and made different slowed down loops and almost lost my composure. But Martin and the audience were very sweet and compassionate. And in a way, I felt her presence there. She was my first champion here in NYC. She gave me my first artist residency. She changed my life.
I love you, Suzanne Fiol. Thank you for everything.
I love you, Suzanne Fiol. Thank you for everything.
GDANSK:
Lukasz, getting the paperwork ready. He was my host while in Poland.
My hotel room:
My view:
If you look at the clouds, they get crazier because they're over the Baltic Sea.
Inside Gdansk:
My first Polish meal:
Some guy was eating sunflower seeds straight from the plant. It was weird.
Some guy was eating sunflower seeds straight from the plant. It was weird.
Set Up:
A light installation in the first room of the art space:
Another:
My poster:
This reminded me of Greenpoint. Little Poland.
Front of the building:
Performance:
Chicken with melted garlic butter inside.
Baltic Sea:
Full moon over Danzig:
I liked how Lukasz put his cap on his knee.
Benches in a small town on our way to Krakow:
I wore these pants a lot.
Mociun, Fall 2008
Krakow, Klub Alhemia:
Video piece for the first group:
Photo exhibit:
Drunk on Bison Grass Vodka and Apple Juice. It's amazing.
Morrocan bar:
The Square:
I had to have keilbasa:
Ostrava:
Set up:
Front of the building:
It was an amazing show. Everyone was so supportive.
I remember this part. I was trying to keep it together during the "Burial Song". I never felt so alone before. But it was o.k.
Asking Martin how many pieces I played.
Beer afterwards:
Martin and Juan, awesome guys.
When I saw the goddess Sade looking down on me, I knew everything was going to be fine.
This on the other hand, creeped me out.
xo
