The guy in the corner of the bar has a gaping headwound. It looks as if someone has only recently removed the axe. Yet even so, he’s chatting happily with his wife – cupping her hand in his – and with two others people at the table. This would probably seem strange under normal circumstances but the fact is that things are going to get a hell of a lot stranger over the course of the next week in this little Austrian town. Our axe-attack victim was no doubt a model for this afternoon’s prosthetics workshop and I’m having my mind blown at the World Bodypainting Festival.
Posts Tagged ‘Art’
As One Small World racks up the kilometres in search of Europe’s weirdest festivals, I’ve been lucky to come across many wonderful places on the road. And just like each of us have our idiosyncrasies, inexplicable sillinesses, and definite sense of self, so too do the places that we inhabit.
Everyone recognises the work of Maurits Cornelius Escher, though they might not recognise the name. Better known as M. C. Escher the Dutch graphic artist was a master of impossible staircases that startle our eyes and worlds that fold in on each other to flummox our brains.
Once upon a time the world seemed more fluid than it does today. The borders of countries waxed and waned with their fortunes; nations winked into (and then out of) existence in the blink of a historian’s proverbial eye.
Yet these days we look at our maps and such things feel far more fixed. With the exception of an East/West Germany here, and a post-Soviet ‘Stan there, it hardly seems like the borders on our modern globes have changed very much. Yet you would be very wrong to assume so…
How far would you go to prove a point?
Would you, for example, smash you and your bike into stationary objects in order to convey a message you felt passionately about? Not just once, but repeatedly?
New York film-maker Casey Neistat did; and in doing so produced a YouTube video that would echo around the internet.
It’s an important thing not to throw off our memories of childhood. They remind us that we too were once naive, that we believed in mystery and a world less bound by cause-and-effect. Anything was possible because we had not been taught the adult lesson of the impossible.
It can be easy to glorify the years of our youth as carefree and frivolous but those years were inherently a very scary time. The world loomed above us on every side, there were monsters under the bed and witches in the woods. Even sleep was as likely to mean sweet dreams as it was the vague shadows of nightmares.
Have you ever felt like life was something that was happening to you, rather than an opportunity that you are given the responsibility of governing? Felt like a leaf on a river rather than the river itself?
If you’ve ever wondered whether your life can take an abrupt right turn then have a look at this inspirational short film on a local photographer I’ve had the pleasure of meeting recently.
Last night I experienced something that had a more profound effect on me than I would have expected.
For over an hour last night I sat in relative silence, in the middle of a park, surrounded by the silhouettes and quiet shadows of people who, on the most part I assume, were also doing this for the first time.