Honey,

there is something in the basement.

The explosive part

of the performance.

If you go

take your time and listen to her story...

Some poets

get carried away 

others carefully monitor the reactions of their public. 

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.

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.

Ivan

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

Banana split

and the split banana.

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).

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. 

Harp

and electronics

followed by an exhibition

and another one.

I am often so bewildered by people

and their actions I think my name might be Alice and I might be in wonderland all my life.

Faceless

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

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?).

At some point of the evening

you just have to fall a little bit in love with the girl standing all alone on stage, pouring her heart out to a room full of strangers.

Lumière

My favourite part of the night.

You know you are getting on a bit

You know you are getting on a bit

when you can feel a slight pain in your knees

even before the long and gruelling walk through the woods

You know you are getting on a bit

when you wander around your flat aimlessly

trying to remember what it was you stood up to do

You know you are getting on a bit

when you find out that someone you knew died

and you no longer feel the need to go to a bar and drink whisky two days straight.

(David, Tomaž and Maruša, we did end the night by rising a glass of whisky in your memory)