A totally amazing city to visit for the short trip I was able to make to meet up with Miriam whilst she is briefly staying there. The city is calm and clean. Life seems to effortlessly glide by through days of coffee and cake eating whilst ladies walk their toy dogs, visit designer clothing emporiums and gentlemen effectively move around the city well groomed and poised for deals. The waters of Lake Geneva are so crystal clear and the swans large and scary…
Miriam and I wandered around her favourite haunts she has discovered whilst living there as well as some new finds along the artist walks we made including a magical cafe called the Cottage and the most amazing macaroon shop I ever seen or smelt in my life – lush, if a little over powering
Following the most fabulous trip to visit Miriam in Geneva (more posts on this to come) I have uploaded the photos I have been taking as part of the collaboration process, some I have shared via this blog and some not.
Take a peek via http://www.flickr.com/photos/annasexton/sets/72157623479085294/
Whilst I have been working with Miriam I have been working on a product concept which I have entered into One Big Idea competition…
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The deadline is 19.02.2010 and my aim is to meet with Judges Dragon Den style and give a wider voice to how creativity can change communities…
My friend Yemisi Blake posted a random adventure on his blog, from This is Not A Book by Keri Smith. This resonated with the way Anna and I have been collaborating and the walks, objects and imprints we’ve been collecting in our separate cities. So I decided to try it. It’s called ‘Something Red’.
1. Go outside
2. Walk until you see something red
3. Take ten steps
4. Look down at your feet and describe what you see in detail
Tortoiseshell concrete: black amber grey white flecks, hard crusts of chewing gum, waterlogged cigarette butts – dabs of orange, crushed chestnut husks, cross hatched metal grate, square puddles gathering, pools of light reflected, eyes looking up, dark edges, circular lid, line of tar, melting snowflakes invisible.
I looked up to see what was around me, and saw this:
Guy Debord wrote:
The sudden change of ambiance in a street within the space of a few meters; the evident division of a city into zones of distinct psychic atmospheres; the path of least resistance that is automatically followed in aimless strolls (and which has no relation to the physical contour of the terrain); the appealing or repelling character of certain places — these phenomena all seem to be neglected. (Theory of the Derive)
Something to ponder on…
I found a sculpture in the rocks
A sleeping man and woman carved in stone
Patterned with ripples, as if the water had imprinted on their bodies
Couple sketch and notes