In the end

most people want it (the local version of a white picket fence).

Boîte-en-valise

and no, it is not Duchamp. (I guess I would have to go to MoMA for that)

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.

Sharp as

a cut throat razor blade in an old fashioned suitcase.

Poster time

Haven't done that in a while, and it was great fun (but isn't it always?).

I seem to be

a rather regular feature at exhibition openings lately.   

The censored internet

 Frankly, I don't know why they bother.

Life is

daylight robbery. 

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)

Sometimes

you come to an exhibition opening with your camera and all that is exhibited is one video projection (and you are actually working on this night). There is nothing much you can do but toy around and take photos of the people in the darkness of the gallery. 

Simple toying

with photos for a change.

Strange things that happen to me at poetry readings #1

People applaud me, even though I don't actually do anything.
(Dejan (the MC of the poetry evenings) did force them of course, but still... )
Anyroad, here is a photo of somebody who did read his poetry yesterday, and the ones reading are really the ones who deserve the applause).

There I am

sitting in the theatre, watching a show... And I see a shot I really like, but I can't make it as there is something in  the way and we are in the middle of a performance and I can't just walk around choosing my angles... As it is repeated several times I at one stage decide to make it anyway, just the way it is (kids don't try this at home).  

Later on during the performance my little pocket camera (silent. yey!) has another chance to prove itself as it is involved in another mid performance noiseless photo opportunity. But still... nothing quite beats taking photos during rehearsals (even though a lot of mine are taken during performances).  

One of these days

I am sure it will be my time to read some poetry... But until then I will just listen (or read, whatever the case might be) to my friends doing their best.

It is nice

when you get invited into a strange world (which is, by the way, much better than the one we like to call 'real').

From all the antiheroes

in today's world, which one would you chose?

A different take

on to be or not to be.

Close your eyes

and ignore the world outside (maybe it will just go away).

Takes me back

to a time I wasn't even born yet.

Her first exhibition

and the pure joy that comes with it.

Watch out!

She is sneaking up from behind.

First exhibition

of the year. It was an outside one, and one I have seen already (as it is one they resurrect every now and then). It  is also conveniently located in what is one of my favourite venues (outdoors, in a park), unfortunately as it is a pick-and-mix exhibition of various authors it has got quite a few that just make you hate the fact that somebody once wrote a piece of software called photoshop that is way too often used to create photographs that make you eyes bleed and millions of small pieces of shrapnel travel through your brain at the speed of light.

First concert

of the year and for the second time in a row it was Carina on 1st January. (It seems to be becoming a bit of a tradition)

This time they were accompanied by Via Ofenziva (and this time I focused on the two singers from the two bands for my blog entry).