Stream of Consciousness - New piece.
"The Lost Thing"(?) https://www.shauntan.net/the-lost-thing-book
"The Arrival" https://www.shauntan.net/arrival-book
Space strewn with moving boxes. Cardboard boxes. Unboxing forgotten objects. Objects. Things laying around on the ground.
- Ski queen (face down)
- Tall backed short yellow chair
- Chanchito de la suerte
Hugging the house on wheels Mark Binns made for me. Binzy lived with Kopi in the house next to us on Malcom street. They where our neighbours and our landlords. Binzy has an amazing workshop in his backyard. He makes wind instruments: Flutes, recorders, ocarinas... He even made my brother and I recorders out of broccoli and carrot that we would play for the chickens. The would peck at our edible instruments while we made music for them.
He made me this house that I could pull around on a string. A moving house.
When we moved away, the house travelled in a cardboard box, in a container, on a container ship.
The shipped arrived 2 months after us. To rediscover all my lost-at-sea toys as a six-year-old was bliss. Pure excitement.
I don't know where Ski Queen came from but she has always been there. She would serve us Gudbrandsdalen Gjetost on her ski poles on special occasions. That is the way we eat Gudbrandsdalen Gjetost.
A chair appears again in my piece. A yellow ocher chair with short legs and a tall, straight back. My chair for creating.
And cardboard boxes. We stacked them and attached them together creating shelves. That way we didn't have to buy more furniture. It was perfectly functional and cool. And they stayed with us for the whole four years. A symbol of not belonging (?) of being in between, in transition. It shouted "We have not settled!".
The cardboard boxes gave me a certain reputation among my friends. They where recurrent. For my 8th birthday we made a tunnel through the whole house for us kids to crawl around like moles.
The Moving Boxes
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| Creator of the white house on wheels, Mark Binz (in black hat) |
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