Hello there. Thanks for having found your way to our blog. We have decided to update it more often, not every three to four months but a few times a week. Besides this, Jay is now in charge of the blog. Not because he is a fantastic writer with a great eye for details and an amazing talent for building up narratives but because he wants to write the blog. And now you know this, let's switch to the first person. Before we begin, let me establish that I am actually not a writer. I know how to write but I am not very good at it, especially in English as my first language is Swiss German. Hence limited vocabulary and an awful literary use of it. This however shan't hold me back.
Okay, let's start! I am already excited...
After an extremely busy three-week stay in London, we arrived tired and exhausted in Sicily, Castellammare del Golfo. Busy, why? In brief: We had to supervise bathroom renovations in Chiara's house... When I say 'we', I actually mean 'Chiara' as I am useless at DIY and have no working knowledge of such things. At the same time we had to welcome our, I mean Chiara's, new and very lovely tenants Emi, Flora and Dan; set up two exhibitions: The Red Van Pit Stop, a one-day documentary style exhibition at WW Gallery's HQ and my installation The Thing Outside which was part of an art show organized and curated by Infinity Bunce and Sarah Jeffries at the Cello Factory. Finally we sorted out our co-working hub Desk Address in order to make things run more smoothly and stress free for us. And not forgetting, Chiara was busy working on the Solo Award 2016 during the entire three weeks.
Now let me talk about Sicily again. We arrived after a nearly three hour Rynair flight at Falcone Borcellino Airport in Palermo on the 24th of April 2016. Delphine did not sleep and entertained the rows in front, behind and next to us. She did not entertain us every much. A taxi we managed to pre-arrange with the help of our friend Giacomo brought us back to Castellammare del Golfo's Roxy Bar where the Red Van had been waiting for us to return. After spaghetti, sandwich, arancini and half a litre of wine at Roxy, we moved back into the Red Van: our first night on this second part of our trip.
The next day I re-organized the interior of the Red Van while Chiara was working on gallery stuff. Not a very eventual day really and probably not a great idea to write about it in our blog but hey, I am in charge. In the evening we drove to nearby Guidaloca Beach to camp over night in front of the drumming and salty waves trying to leap onto the mainland and take a bit of it back into the sea. Delphine did not want to sleep. On top of that it was FREEZING COLD which resulted in us both waking up in pain. I had very bizarre and realistic dreams. You might not really care about my dreams and I respect that but I am going to tell you about them anyway: It was like a Tarantino film. The story evolved around the revolutionary uprising of black people in America that turned into a civil war. The strange thing was that they revolted not against white people but against people who were into S&M. Don't ask my why, I don't know. There was one particularly interesting scene: A group of about 10 S&Mers came out of a cave by the river Rhine, they danced around and then formed a fare ground like sea monster that would rotate around its axis inviting people to jump over it. Very strange. Anyway, let's travel back into reality.
The first thing I did was filming and taking photographs for one of my projects. We then needed to go back to Castellammare as our mobile Internet modem including a few laptops were stored in Giacomo's & Irene's office Alka Immobiliare Office. After a king-sized lunch Chiara had to finish off gallery work for the Solo Award 2016 which she was doing all day (again) at Roxy Bar while I had a great time with Delphine around town. When I say 'great' I don't mean 'great'... After a sort of busy day we ended up back in Guidaloca, not by the beach this time but in Irene's monther's house where we are staying for a few days to get our projects a bit sorted and chill out before we eventually hit the road again.