Poetically Uncorrect (encore une fois)

 

I better learn to play an instrument, so that one day, I will be able to play at least one song with them.  

Avantgarden 3.0

 

Tanja, posing at her exhibition. 

Ballerinas

 

Dancing just for me (or was I photographing just for them?)

Poetry

 We started off with some poetry in various (mainly Slavic) languages...

and continued with a semi-clowning performance very loosely based on two poets (or rather two poems by two poets.

Nebodigatreba

Opening of things we never knew we needed. 

 

Valentine's day

Started with a tournament of quick dating focusing on moaning, 

and ended with the performance Death and Milk.

Opening of the days of comedy

The days of comedy started. Some people enjoyed the welcome more than the opening show ;)

Immediately after the ceremonial opening, while people were watching the opening show of the festival, some of us went to the rehearsal for the Funeral of constant worries.  

 

Allja Petric in Januš Aleš Luznar

A meditative concert that fitted my mood of the evening.

Press conference

Had fun at the presentation of two new plays and saw some people I haven't seen in a while. 

 

Orpheus and Eurydice

 The soldier lies in the battlefield,

Virginia Woolf is dancing on the table,

and Sarah Kane has escaped from her bed. 

Today we said goodbye to Mare

 

In the snow, people wore colourful clothes

his daughter performed a special ceremony

Roza ensured we had fire in the sky

music was played throughout

at the wake Martin played Mare's favourite music

and people danced.

Mare would have loved it. 

Neforma 124

 Can't believe it was No. 124 already. 

Evening of Dance Solos 2

Second round of dance solos, this time by 3 different choreographers

and of course, live music. 

 

Niko Novak

 

with his bass and voice (and nothing else).

In memoriam: Marko Kovačič

We gathered in Ljubljana's modern gallery to say farewell from the ever smiling Mare.  

We saw a few of his works,

his daughter performing,

listened to a few songs,

a few speeches (no, I am not going to post all of the speakers), parts made us cry, parts made us laugh,

there was a lot of us

and the programme ended with a revolutionary song (he would have liked that).

Mare - you are (and will be) missed. 

Inti Šraj - Interferrence

Portrait of the artist in front of her work.  

 

Sonja Pregrad

mid-interview. 

 

Public presentation

of the workshops they held over the past two weekends. 

 

Double bill - contemporary dance (Cofestival)

Bor Prokofjev Equilibrium

Petja Golec Horvat, my own private*

 

The Waste Land

 based on T.S.Elliot's poetry. I had to go and see it and compare it to the wasteland we live in today. 

The pavilion of hugs

Something we all need. 

 

Festival of peace

 

What do we want?

PEACE! 

When do we want it? 

ALL THE TIME!

Akiko Sato

at the opening of her exhibition. 

 

Gogol Bordello

For a change I went to a concert in Zagreb. Both bands played Ljubljana the night before, but got invited to the concert and to hang out a bit by a couple of my friends in Zagreb, so hey, why not? This was the warm up band, The Split Dogs (who are not from Split but from Bristol).

They were followed by the main, exceptionally energetic Gogol Bordello, who even managed to keep Tim at the concert to the very end, even though he was not otherwise that impressed by them. "Their energy kept me there, even though I decided I would go home after each song."

Three moons are looking at our world

and we are watching them.

Autumn is comming

 

Suddenly it was cold, the rain was bucketing down, but we had an improvised roof, a DJ

live music from Tisa and Mojca

and a soundscape from Colin Black.

Life Refabricated - the long edition

 

They were entertaining us for 6 hours straight, three days in a row, and the energy was there.