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Sami Saturation
A Lavuu sits in front of BAS.
A Sami Joiker came to talk with us.
He wears traditional Sami clothing and tells us stories that span vast space and time.
as he speaks we all drift of into ancient worlds with him, walking across the Tundra with Reindeer, sometimes even flying across oceans to Arizona, even Australia.
Suddenly he stops and starts to joik.
He tells us of indigenous people from all over the world, their histories and his knowledge of their plight.
He holds a PhD in Law and explains how battles are fought in the UN and in the US Supreme Court to win battles for the Navajo Indians.
All the while the fire is dancing in front of us.
a short film about space
digital textile
Last week I got together with a bunch of ladies at the kunsthogskolen here in Bergen and we collaborated with CITA from the Royal Art Academy in Copenhagen to make some seriously lovely curtainsculptures.
Vulnerability
“I am not saying politics is the unconscious, but only the unconscious is politics” -Jacques Lacan folded maps
Chapter 2: Gundagui Stop
Beer is cheaper in NSW and it's my birthday in 2 hours. Showers, seats, beer, food, warmth and company are luxuries... Tequila on the rocks is necessary. Because they do not do shots in Gundagui. Compared with the luxury input of the city, the nomadic existence is much more empty and smooth.... so smooth indeed that the peaks of excitement are appreciated. Two swag men awoke in Gundagai, frozen stiff, offered a warm cup of Joe. Grey Nomads in moving houses - a victory lap. Phil, our good Samaritan, his lap is not a victorious one, his family perished on the highway and he has escaped in his panel van unable to stay in his stillborn home. Smartly, after fog-break, the mothermazda arrives and we are back on our way to our final destination. Australia - an intimately nomadic landscape. The natives talked to the land and it took them into its secret depths. Revealing the treasures under the sand: bush-potatoes bush-melons honey-ants hydrating roots sugar-leaves farming the desert.... The smooth surface of Australia promotes mobility, slowly the land is changing the white man. The sand is pouring into his soul. Every night he sleeps on t, it sends it's messages to him. Proprietized by fences Australia, landscape of fences. fences for rabbits, dingos, bullfrogs, people Australia, land of pests, invading the bush, eating the rainforest. At the same rate, the native aboriginal is changing his interface with white mans artificial ways. Hunting kangaroo on 4WDs, living in permanent dwellings built by European techniques. The communication with the sands is waning - it is not easily heard.....
Nomad Notes chapter 1
Two days ago was the sunniest of days in the Autumn capital of Oslo. As me and Ali lay in the sun, I read her some of the notes I kept during the hitchhike trip to Sydney with Stephanie in April. Some of it captures the feeling during that trip quite well:
Chapter 1: Out of the City
"For a start, time becomes entirely irrelevant. Wander around freely all morning. Get on a train around noon. Our bags and all of our stuff is limited greatly by the requirement that it be easily transportable on our backs. We carry few luxuries. (Melodica) I count 28 items mentally in my bag. - It is easy to keep track of what I need/ use/ have. Our stuff/ bags become bodily extensions of our needs. It's like a lunar suit for Earth. A Gaia suit. We sit freely on the ground of the trainstation. When not in nomad mode I would never really think to put my ass/ hand/ head onto the dirty ground.
The city: a landscape to sit/sleep/ live ON not IN. Me and Stephanie - nomadic in what way? Both of us are here in Australia away from home. Home? Steph is reading Burroughs as the train takes us through layer after layer of Melbourne suburbs farther and farther north.
Steph
What are we looking for? Nature? Are we just escaping the city so we can forget all the responsibilities it bestows upon us? No. Nature. We want nature. In the city everyone is in a friggin' hurry and can't be bothered to stop for a few friendly hitchhikers..... the myth of money the myth of property a car stops! We entered the spaceship of Australian Dreams. The driver is loading a toy gun full of caps. A homeless couple winning the lottery. Our first road-friends: Ray and Brooke Brooke: " I haven't owned a nice pair of shoes since prison" Constantly scanning the skies for booze and avoiding coppers is a full time job. Brooke is a temperamental crazywoman. Ray: "She's crazy but I love her" Steph: " My feet are little nuggets" We escape from these lunatics. Our second road-friends find us a few hours later. " We're not going to Sydney but we're going to a party!" WE JUMP ONBOARD. As a hitchhiking technomad you musn't care so much about the destination, every opportunity is completely unassociated with the next. Nothing may faze you. Our new friends: Sarah Seahorse Helium Hailey DJ Jake Rose In their caravan of new-age dreams,after a night of glow sticks they leave us in a ditch on the roadside. Jackie stops and we don't even notice. She flies us to Shepparton to drop us off in the gutter. On the side of the road things stand still and nature looks on as wheels scream by at 100kmphs, planes fly overhead leaving trails of fluff 1000s of meters across getting caught in the jetstream. A spaceship gleams even faster behind the calm blue veil hiding the countless stars from my eyes. A stoned couple reminiscing about cassette tapes found in an attic dusty, reminding them of that slower, forgotten analog world, pick us up next. They drive us halfway to Eurora where they are driving just to look at some old dusty booth. Me and S scarf down some food in a roadside shop and start bantering at the people driving north. The landscape sits calmly somewhere away from this highway calamity, a cow grazes nearer, nature is somewhere out there, unattainable. Jackie told me about 2 months she spent teaching in an aboriginal school, north of Broome. The customs of the locals are tribal and absurd. Is seeing your dead loved ones photographically reproduced, printed, digitized, and then wikified on the omnipresent internet really akin to getting your soul captured ... stolen? The aboriginals belive in the rainbow serpent, we belive in the world wide web. We have found the motherboat. She is taking us all the way to sydney. Teaching deaf children all over victoria and new south wales, she hitched around south america for 5 months also from Greece to Munich. Nomadism is adaptive to microclimatic changes. Cities are static and not adaptive to megachanges even. My ass comfortably squashed in the soft seat of drivermom's Mazda, the outside world looks mighty different. The smoothness of the road in conjunction with the springiness of the suspension, and the airiness of the tires makes the landscape float by dreamily.
But we are on a meticulously engineered killing field. Cutting the landscape like a laceration. Any vegetation or animal, flora or fauna, a slow-moving nomad would get instantly chopped by the speeding fuselage. " .....to be continued
Norway Rhizome
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Murmansk
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perfectamentecuadrado:
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Northern Norway
Past Alta Future
Alta past The rock carvings in Alta are the largest known collection of rock carvings in northern Europe made by hunter-gatherers- the first of the carvings uncovered in 1973 age: between 6200 and 2000 years old. What makes the rock carvings in alta unique is that they are so varied and include so many different figures - the four uncovered fields hold more than 5000 figures. The most common pictures are of animals, especially reindeer and moose. The carvings were made in the bedrock with hammer and chisel. A psychogeographic diagram of the economy of the region past? where the economy= fishing and reindeer herding
current situation: Alta acts as a sort of regional hub It houses: university large malls 5 fish farms reindrift agriculture building industry shale foundry The industry is driven/drives the surroundings AND Responsible for providing surrounding building infrastructure eg.the Melkøya project in Hammerfest. Alta is developing. The shopping malls look like they could be in Oslo, anywhere. Brand new church and swimming pool. The city is developing at a rate and model of a suburb. Does it lack character? Is it modeled after its paleolithic history? Or is it an assembly of capital: industries and marketplaces? What does the future hold?
New Course: Norway
I have started a new course at BAS: Emerging Arctic Landscapes We will drive from Hammerfest to the northern Russian 'metropolis' of Murmansk.
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My expectations are very much formed by my previous experience.
Projekt Zagorje
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the vanhome from a few summers back.
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