I had three homes in Seattle recently. Number one: a performance studio in heart of Capitol Hill called Studio-Current. Two: just down the block, a new restaurant/café called Oddfellows. Three: A fabulous old home in the Madison Park neighborhood. I'd driven up from Portland for a brief artist residency and performance/art gathering for the Easter Island Project's Participation Tour.
Continue reading...20. March 2009
It started with a school movie, the 16mm kind they used to play on rattling projectors, with strips of amber film flap-flap-flapping at the ends of their reels. The great moai heads gazed out over a barren Easter Island landscape, as close to the middle of nowhere as you were ever likely to get. Why had the island's past inhabitants toppled their own monoliths? Why were scientists and linguists unable to translate the petroglyphs carved into stones? Were stories of the 'makemake' birdman cult true?
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16. June 2009
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