Friday, 24 April 2015

Black flags

ufff, I won't even go into the story that unwrapped in my head as I looked at them, so I will rather just add a photo of a Lou Reed moment that occurred at the opening.

Sunday, 12 April 2015

It is funny

how the moment I felt something was going wrong, I took out my camera hoping reality will fly into the distance.

Friday, 10 April 2015

For a brief

moment I thought that something else could take its place, but it turned out that was not the case.
(Of course it later turned out to be merely a momentary lapse of reason)

Monday, 6 April 2015

OK. It has been decided

This is where I am going to write my novel* (and considering the setting it will have to be one of the best romantic** novels of all time). Can someone please sort it out that I get it rent free for 3-6*** months?

* or possibly play (and most certainly a book of poetry)... Oh and I will take some photos and record at least some parts of a dance/poetry film.
** and until now I was certain that my first novel will not be a romantic one
***my stay might be prolonged if I get inspired to write/film/photograph/record/... additional things.

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

It is always extra nice

to see people at openings not only hanging out, but actually taking time to look at the exhibition.
Unfortunately on this occasion I was not one of the people to do this (but I know I will be back to see the exhibition), because I really wanted to go and see this guy
move to poetry (Grega, we really need to do the project we talked about a few years ago - we need to make time).

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Unfortunately

there is always a fight somewhere
 and there is always someone trying to scare someone else
and someone is always sad.

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Shorts

I was so going to write a short short for this, but would you believe it. I really, actually, truly, cross-my-heart-hope-to-die, I-am-not-kidding-you-mate, did not have the time to write a single short play in the last six months (or maybe even a bit more). This needs to change, and mark my words, in the next six months I will write at least one.

Tuesday, 17 March 2015

A week

after going to an opening of a box in a suitcase (or more of them actually), I ended up at an opening of an exhibition of the names of contemporary Slovene painters in a flat.

Monday, 16 March 2015

Suddenly

you find yourself in a dream world (and you wonder whether a dream is sometimes not only a dream ).

Monday, 9 March 2015

Sunday, 8 March 2015

Small get together

with a few friends, a bass guitar, an acoustic guitar, some paintings, tea and beer. One could say: a quiet evening in.

Thursday, 5 March 2015

Monday, 23 February 2015

Some poets

get carried away 
others carefully monitor the reactions of their public. 

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Just before

I went to Celje to set up and open my exhibition (and listen to a concert) I whizzed to Cankarjev dom to take a few photos of a new dance performance.

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

It is good

to look around every now and then and try to see what you can do for someone else, and it is always nice to hang out with people who genuinely want to help others. This time Joana came up with the idea for a humanitarian photo exhibition 
 (you can still go and buy a photo or support the cause with a donation), which meant that I could also participate in a small way.
And as all good deeds are repaid in one way or another, I immediately got the opportunity to go to a theatre and take a few photos of people singing.

Monday, 16 February 2015

Ivan

had a high temperature, so he kept warm next to the lights in the background.

Thursday, 12 February 2015

If it were down to me

history would not be about needless mass deaths
and people would not need to protest all of the time against everything that is wrong in this world
but would focus on dancing more instead.
(I just added this photo at the end because it seemed a bit theatrical and it was a theatre piece (or rather two)  after all).

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Even though

 it was a night of the hard working sportsmen (and women)
I would not have been there if it wasn't for the dancers. 

Monday, 9 February 2015

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Faceless

Unfortunately we are faceless for some, and this should change as nobody should be faceless to anybody.

Friday, 6 February 2015

OK Ment

I see what you are doing. Yesterday I wrote that I can't keep myself from falling in love at least a little bit while listening to a solitary girl pouring her heart out to a room full of strangers, so now you think you can do this to me every night.... But no, it just doesn't work like that, because that would be a bit too easy (would it not?).