One day last September I participated in a one-day toyhacking workshop held by tinker.it and onedotzero. Yes, electronics – almost 24 years after a failed attempt to build a radio from scratch in grade 7. I was a bit reluctant…
I feel shitty. Like the consistency of that thing I expel. Liquid at full throttle. Splatters around. The historical yellowish white bowl. Not so pristine. Although so black of Norit. Eight times today. Nine. A world record of self pity….
You can always come in. Come in, make yourself at home. Home. Come in! Come on, press the buttons, click. Press the buttons, and click click click with us. Click and slurrr go the little strong lights on the railings…
In Nous ne notons pas les fleurs, I started with a bed of mixed flowers. I have previously made a draft image that showed the shape of India and its 28 states arranged with the four colours of the flowers…
I drove a car from Digha Ghat to in the Hanuman flower market in Patna this morning. Perhaps it is fair to say that it is quite an achievement? You can ask Arvind and Naresh for their accounts. The rest…
The flowers have arrived! Arvind was really kind to buy them in the Hanuman market for me. Yellow and orange marigold, red hibiscus, and white rajnigandha. The whole day today, I prepared my site. I started with marking the outer…
– Nous ne notons pas les fleurs, dit le géographe. – Pourquoi ça! c’est pas joli! – Parce que les fleurs sont éphémères. from Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry It has been 4 days since I first started working…
The highest point of the Terra Incognita, et cetera mural in Centraal Museum, Utrecht, is about 360 cm from the floor. I started painting the blank dymaxion map on 11 October, and finished it on 13 October. The next day,…
Preparing Terra Incognita et cetera for the Centraal Museum, Utrecht. Chris sent me this photo that he has taken for me before I went to the site at Centraal Museum, Utrecht. From previous correspondence with Meta Knol I did imagine…
Turbulence. Nothing new. The roughest one I’ve had so far, though. The woman sitting next to me held on tightly to her seat. She closed her eyes tightly, and mumbled something. A prayer, maybe, obviously. Or perhaps promises? Her heart…