second / third rep

REP 2

At a certain point some Finns were seen trundling off, and perhaps I thought, they weren't interested in stone peotry and improv musice, though that would have surpeised me after all those years of perf-madness an megaloud northern folklore... and yes, they were if fact en route to welcome their last member to arrive... and so, lo and behold, we were all present! It had worked, the convergence of the Belgo-Finnish Colloquial delegations on non-human actor network development had succeeded! Now we had to compare notes and figure out a program.

(Beglo-finnish delegations agreeing on 'one for the road' before retiring to a new day of planning and deliberations...)

Rep 3

The next day saw us getting into gear: the MRCVE made a decent shopping list and headed out into the commercial world of consumable perishables, with main fous on baking materials such as flour, sugar, spices, eggs, milkwhey and why... The Belgians meantime conferred and conferred, and also headed for the shops for a noon-day munchy before getting ready for another walk down the Wittelsbacher treeline to the KloHäuschen...

Arriving at 15 hrs sharp we proceeded to unroll a roll, by way of welcoming carpet and collector of traces, across the way: This being Germeny it was quite incredible to see how all the passers-by preferred to risk their lives by jumping into the bicycle lane or even the roadwy to avoid treading on or transgressing the white piece of paper... even after being invited to walk on over through our installation, they didn't trust the situation and made a complicated circumnaviigation rather than to oblige... anyway, after being slightly surprised at that unexpected aspect of our intervention, we proceeded to unfold our project, dedicated of course to Laetitia Yalon, La Titania Altezze (Hélène Bertrand) who would surely have enjoyed the afternoon and who hopefully smiled sympathetically on our efforts from wherever...

(her stones were present throughout, along with stones already present (from other actions) and stones we brought with us for the 'seedbankk of Love and Stories, which was the current activity of the KloHäuschen (see site)...

Havig found a pertinant shred of text at a venue in Antwerp before leaving, I decided to appropriate and read 'as is' – and it fit perfectly, talking about stories and rocks ans whispers on wings... Next up Julien produce images from obscure caves on his hand while speaking of the prehistoric appreciation for animals and stones, somewhere between personal experience and scientific research with a strong poetic slant.

Lise spoke of the moon, with a small sliver of moonstone handing it around, she drew the three main theories of the creation of the moon on the white paper no-one wanted to cross, one being the birth of the moon whan the earth was still soft and maleable, emerging from our planet to the begin an endless cycle of circling, turning to rock along the way – the other the imact of a foreign body, meteor or the like, and the spreading of smithereens that then formed clusters which slowly turning merged into each other to form a planetery ball doing the circular as the third, also a constallation of smithereens that formed after an eruption on earth itself, and then as with the others merged to form a circulatory sferic something... all this while listening and holding onto the sliver of (moon?) stone...

LL on the other had had prepared a story of maritime history; modifying a steamer-company flag to read “Ein Stein in den Weg Legen” - in a veritable agit-prop graphic style reminding one of Rodchenko's call to artworkers worldwide or the famous red wedge to split the whites...

Black was the theme of Jérôme's contribution: he had brought with him coal: that essential bit of our industrial develoment which has become somewhat defunct if still controversial: he washed his hands and face in charred coal, reminding us of the miners who would emerge from the pits exhausted and black: this on the white paper left traces, and his choice of stone to exchange with the seedbank was lilyflake white...

By this time J.A. From Spain had arrived as well as some visitors and the occasional passer-by so as to make the operation a quaint but agreeable sort of poetry reading with performative interlude:

Dialogist Kantor took the interactive section upon them and presented 'mano-a-mano handshakes with clay- collecting enough raw material for a decent necklace, to be cooked and glazed back in Brussels ( even though there is also a ceramics workshop at the Färberei... but there we were already wrestling with the silkscreen deparment...)

We exchanged our stones with seedbank stones, replacing each time a red replica of the only stone to return fro Ireland without a mate or story...

The stories themselves were whispered as we stuck the remaining stones into the blue condom like orfice-bags which the previous performers had prepared and left behind: the impression of which were now part of our large tracing to be presnted in the downstairs gallery at the Färberei...