A part of an ongoing attempt at chronicling, re-assessing and conveying to others this mission in life called art during a profoundly unstable point in which "home" has transitioned into "residency."
Saturday, January 1, 2011
01/01/2011
And now our time begins to tick down. It has always been as such but now it is more apparent. Two weeks folds into one and a half, turns into only a half week turns into merely days and hours. After two months I am looking around to see what is left to see and the answer is SOO MUCH! My illness early on and subsequent attempt to make up for lost time has prevented me from seeing everything. I say everything in jest as most visitors only see a fraction of what this town has to offer, as much as any town can really. And the wintery weather has put a damper on the free roaming to and fro’. But even in this case the sentiment should be considered false. When one is in a foreign place I think the impulse is to measure one’s success by the amount of souveniers one can accumulate to prove that you did what you did. Photos of yourself in front of monuments, castles, statues and signs serve to justfy the expense of the trip, ticket stubs, beer glasses and T-shirts all signify the experience of being, gently prodding memory cells and reassuring that sense of self that says you were “thought of” during a particular excursion. The next days will consist primarily of beginning to pack, making final arrangements and making our peace with Cesky Krumlov. And maybe do some work? Funny how that works. So much to do even as you make more work for yourself.
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