<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:16:46.287-07:00</updated><category term='space'/><category term='home'/><category term='public intervention'/><category term='walking'/><category term='nomad'/><category term='travel'/><category term='installation'/><category term='5 skins of man'/><category term='moving through space'/><category term='found objects'/><category term='belonging'/><category term='wish'/><category term='illustration'/><category term='place'/><category term='collection'/><category term='memory'/><category term='mapping'/><category term='maps'/><category term='hundtertwasser'/><category term='psycho geograpy'/><category term='time'/><title type='text'>The story so far....</title><subtitle type='html'>A life is a collection of moments.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-6739982783141202762</id><published>2009-09-18T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:28:36.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>piece_0015_Layer 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3886490006/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2541/3886490006_045f6c7b44.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3886490006/"&gt;piece_0015_Layer 1&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/anyman/"&gt;young tamlyn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-6739982783141202762?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/6739982783141202762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=6739982783141202762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/6739982783141202762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/6739982783141202762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2009/09/piece0015layer-1.html' title='piece_0015_Layer 1'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2541/3886490006_045f6c7b44_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-8351811479711581823</id><published>2009-08-13T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:49:51.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day</title><content type='html'>The difference between a  jehovah's witness and a door to door salesman is that jehovah's witnesses work on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been followed home by a JW who sells amway health products for a living. when I refused to 'accept the bible' he handed me a business card and tried to sell me multi-vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this city&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-8351811479711581823?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/8351811479711581823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=8351811479711581823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/8351811479711581823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/8351811479711581823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-1604571474630711343</id><published>2009-08-13T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:41:32.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peace_by_piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3816944246/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3816944246_77f25cb6b9.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3816944246/"&gt;peace_by_piece&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/anyman/"&gt;young tamlyn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	This is the Peace_by_Piece. drawing so far I send someone a post-card and they create the next one in the sequence. If you would like to find out more or create the next post-card i, leave a message for me with your email address&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-1604571474630711343?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/1604571474630711343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=1604571474630711343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/1604571474630711343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/1604571474630711343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2009/08/peacebypiece.html' title='peace_by_piece'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3816944246_77f25cb6b9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-528435077057019518</id><published>2009-08-12T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:23:07.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting the memo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="260" height="213" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=c3edb1780d&amp;photo_id=3816134475&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;photo_secret=c3edb1780d&amp;photo_id=3816134475&amp;flickr_show_info_box=true" height="213" width="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3816134475/"&gt;Flip-book animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/anyman/"&gt;young tamlyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Flip-book animation:&lt;br /&gt;sequential drawings made on post-it notes and photographed individually. edited in Final cut pro&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-528435077057019518?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/528435077057019518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=528435077057019518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/528435077057019518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/528435077057019518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-memo.html' title='getting the memo'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-953634352114442987</id><published>2009-06-03T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:26:51.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>truth and beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3593881414/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/3593881414_f153f3734a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3593881414/"&gt;truth and beauty &lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/anyman/"&gt;young tamlyn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	next to Godliness....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-953634352114442987?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/953634352114442987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=953634352114442987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/953634352114442987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/953634352114442987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2009/06/truth-and-beauty.html' title='truth and beauty'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3345/3593881414_f153f3734a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-8831483673514022082</id><published>2009-05-28T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:21:59.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>space-bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3552510233/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3552510233_4c634a42cc.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3552510233/"&gt;space-bubble&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/anyman/"&gt;young tamlyn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	could it be a way out of Wonderland?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-8831483673514022082?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/8831483673514022082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=8831483673514022082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/8831483673514022082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/8831483673514022082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2009/05/space-bubble.html' title='space-bubble'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3552510233_4c634a42cc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-819476565504559059</id><published>2009-05-28T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:18:36.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3574690683/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3371/3574690683_7c390853a4.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3574690683/"&gt;cross&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/anyman/"&gt;young tamlyn&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	this is one of the many red neon crosses that define the typical korean cityscape---more ubiquitous than any other advertising media. I liked this one because it has a lightening conductor that reminds me of Shiva's 'trishul' and the holy trinity. I suppose even the holiest of symbols are in danger of being struck down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-819476565504559059?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/819476565504559059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=819476565504559059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/819476565504559059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/819476565504559059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2009/05/cross.html' title='cross'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3371/3574690683_7c390853a4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-1050354420856071911</id><published>2009-01-29T00:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:19.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>heart without fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3227539035/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3323/3227539035_6c586e230d.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman/3227539035/"&gt;heart without fear&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/anyman/"&gt;didgereedonut&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This long-term illustration project involves creating an illustration to define every 24 hours . That's one card per day . The post cards won't enter the traditional postal service instead they will be posted to an address in virtual space (the website is currently under construction).This is the first postcard post. This card was created in the airport departure lounge on 24-11-2008, the day I left South Africa to live in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-1050354420856071911?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/1050354420856071911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=1050354420856071911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/1050354420856071911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/1050354420856071911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-without-fear_29.html' title='heart without fear'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3323/3227539035_6c586e230d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-4206317721938503441</id><published>2008-10-05T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:19.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='found objects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hundtertwasser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='installation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 skins of man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving through space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>'A Place I Know Well'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This has been a month of crossing geographical and psychological borders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;place: Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;project: ' A Place I Know Well'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eleven artists from different countries working and living together for four weeks = fusion ,confusion and a very active coffee machine. Our aim was to put together and exhibiton that explores the idea of home and asks what it means to know a place well.My contributions took the form of mapping, collecting objects/ stories/memories and a site-specific video installation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LEGEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Derived.:Latin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;Legenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "things to be read")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story set in the past.&lt;br /&gt;A narrative of human actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Associated with a specific time and place in history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOm1cQ24j9I/AAAAAAAAACo/ksta0wcHjfY/s1600-h/objects+outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOm1cQ24j9I/AAAAAAAAACo/ksta0wcHjfY/s400/objects+outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253929937470525394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;utside PROGR, Bern, Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOmo_Dt2ItI/AAAAAAAAACg/G1rZANtFUA8/s1600-h/objects+inside3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOmo_Dt2ItI/AAAAAAAAACg/G1rZANtFUA8/s320/objects+inside3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253916241587217106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOmoPKmaU9I/AAAAAAAAACY/emAjxSn2ixE/s1600-h/objects+inside2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOmoPKmaU9I/AAAAAAAAACY/emAjxSn2ixE/s400/objects+inside2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253915418801361874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;View of 'Legend' from inside archive room at PROGR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Switzerland with a backpack full of memories individually packaged in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ziploc&lt;/span&gt; bags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.This installation is an inventory of the objects accumulated during an extended period of living in-between places. The collection retains traces of memories connecting to people and places I have known well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and  who have shaped my identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. My relationship to the objects is ambivalent: an aversion to the burden of material possessions contradicts an attachment to their practical/sentimental value,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Despite the valuable memories they contained these objects began to feel like a burden-an accumulation of things from the past with no place in my current &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Traditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; i exhibit my collections behind glass in display cabinets .For this collection it felt better to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;exhibit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; them outside the window-behind glass but vulnerable to the elements--like taking the back out of the display cabinet and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;surrendering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the contents once again to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;passage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; of time. Looking out of the window the view was obscured by opaque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ziploc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; packets full of objects--the past obscuring the present. Each packet was numbered and catalogued so that visitors can read about the memory/story attached to each of the objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YOU ARE (W)HERE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOnDbrknaFI/AAAAAAAAADA/BOZT2743uOk/s1600-h/map2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOnDbrknaFI/AAAAAAAAADA/BOZT2743uOk/s400/map2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253945320624580690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Map of the motion patterns&lt;br /&gt;we trace when we travel&lt;br /&gt;through space and time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What interested me most about working with all of  these artists in this place and with the idea of ‘a place I know well’ is that we all come from diverse backgrounds but for a short time our life paths  converge in a space that is foreign to all of us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All of the places, people and circumstances we experienced  up until this point in our lives have shaped our identities and our way of understanding the world and each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we have different ways of communicating in our spoken and artistic languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The objective of the mapping project was to map not only the routes each of us  had  travelled externally/geographically but also to collect specific data that gave  insight into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  we  have become and the memories we carry with our (i.e our internal space).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I put a map of the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; wall, each of us selected a colour and , using home as a starting point we began to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; every place we have ever travelled to in chronological sequence.This creates  a visual of the unique paths we each have followed thus far in our lifetimes and to see where our paths have crossed through the same spaces at different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like the idea that the body’s movement through space traces invisible lines on the landscape. We create patterns on the earth as we travel or migrate from one place to another. Sometimes we are free to move as we want to and sometimes our movements are determined by external forces such as politics/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bureaucracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/other peoples expectations. Whatever the case may be no body’s pattern is  exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The body contains and occupies space. The internal space of our physical workings, our thoughts and dreams and the external environment are always interconnected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The map became 3dimensional as people started to create areas of expansion , zooming in on their familiar spaces and mapping their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;intimate environments i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n more detail. This mapping idea was inspired by Friedrich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hundertwasser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; an Austrian artist and architect who has the theory that man has five  'skins':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1st his actual skin-his epidermis that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;separates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; his body (containing physical, mental and psychic processes from his surrounding environment)--this is what you call 'me' or 'I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; his clothing-the way we dress our body is an immediate expression of our cultural/religious/social identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd his house-the shelter we seek and how we arrange our space is also an expression of our values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; his immediate community (family, friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;associates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s)-the community we are familiar with and whose values we share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the global community--the sphere of politics and issues which control our environments .These are unknown territories which we can travel to but over which we have limited power to influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOME IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOnEE1mIpfI/AAAAAAAAADI/Wtx9S4x4ZRY/s1600-h/home2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOnEE1mIpfI/AAAAAAAAADI/Wtx9S4x4ZRY/s400/home2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253946027689944562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOnELhlsQgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SrTiHyL2YuE/s1600-h/home1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOnELhlsQgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SrTiHyL2YuE/s400/home1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253946142578459138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PROGR, elevator, thoughts on what he word home means, written in transit between floors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The elevator is a non-place--it is like an airport in that respect, a place where people go only  in order to get to somewhere else. This space of motion and transit is the opposite of  home which is generally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;associated&lt;/span&gt; with feelings of stability and belonging.Often it is while we are away from home, when we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; places that we have the clearest feeling of what it means to be 'home'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. I used this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;liminal&lt;/span&gt; space as a vehicle to collect peoples thought s on what home means to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY DEGREES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOnNmHZCPeI/AAAAAAAAADY/vDUgELFme-4/s1600-h/bathroom+plug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOnNmHZCPeI/AAAAAAAAADY/vDUgELFme-4/s400/bathroom+plug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253956495007170018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Back projected site specific video installation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This video &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; back projected through a circular window . It  was inspired by the observation that water goes down the drain in a clockwise direction in Switzerland whereas at home in South Africa it spins in an anti-clockwise direction. This mundane detail  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;made  me feel simultaneously  closer and further away from my point of origin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a reminder of the  forces more powerful than man that govern existence  .We all exist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;on a  planet that  is in constant motion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;in orbit on a fragile sphere that rotates at 360 degrees every 24hours . That for me put the idea of a place I know well in a new perspective. I superimposed footage of water going don a plughole in my basin at home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Durban&lt;/span&gt; with footage of the same action shot in a basin in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Switzerland&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-4206317721938503441?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/4206317721938503441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=4206317721938503441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/4206317721938503441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/4206317721938503441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-has-been-month-of-crossing.html' title='&apos;A Place I Know Well&apos;'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SOm1cQ24j9I/AAAAAAAAACo/ksta0wcHjfY/s72-c/objects+outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-8433062761086668572</id><published>2008-08-18T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:19.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belonging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nomad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have dedicated a few months to  living &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nomadically&lt;/span&gt;---I just returned from a journey to India and will leave for Europe in September to work on a &lt;a href="http://www.jourparjour.net/projects2008/place/place.htm"&gt;project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I carry everything I need in my backpack; it's purple, ancient, and&lt;br /&gt;weighs 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kg&lt;/span&gt; .The items that it contains are carefully selected for practical or sentimental reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Contents:&lt;br /&gt;-Money/Passport/airline ticket/travellers cheques&lt;br /&gt;-Tea makings: stainless steel cup, small heating element, tea bags&lt;br /&gt;-Candle and matchsticks&lt;br /&gt;-A small item from each person who is close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;-Journal and drawing material&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anyman&lt;/span&gt; stickers (see &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/anyman"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;-Yoga mat&lt;br /&gt;-Laptop&lt;br /&gt;-Maps&lt;br /&gt;-Bed sheet and pillowcase&lt;br /&gt;-Needle and thread&lt;br /&gt;-One pack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sugar free&lt;/span&gt; chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;-The key to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; (you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;-Clothes: one change  of underwear, one pair of long pants (with secret pockets), my purple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Punjabi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt;,green scarf&lt;br /&gt;-Toiletries and supplements: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;face wash&lt;/span&gt;, dental floss,body oil, lice comb, sunscreen(factor 40), yellow face sponge ,baby shampoo,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Neroli&lt;/span&gt; and Tea Tree essential oil, mosquito repellent, multi-vitamin and calcium, toothpaste and toothbrush, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;contraceptive&lt;/span&gt; pill.&lt;br /&gt;-Sony Digital camera and sound recorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am documenting my journey and the daily routines that give me a sense&lt;br /&gt;of being at home in whatever place I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently researching the idea of ‘home’ . I am asking people to describe (using words or images) ,what  home means to them.  What  generates that feeling of security and belonging that  makes you feel at home?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the place you live, is it a person, a memory ,a material possession or a ritual/routine.&lt;br /&gt;Is home a place?--if so then where and why&lt;br /&gt;Is it a person(s)?--who and why&lt;br /&gt;Is it a special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt; that you carry with you?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a combination of the above or none of the above?&lt;br /&gt;What activities/routines make you feel at home?&lt;br /&gt;What sounds ,smells,tastes,textures and sights do you associate with home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-8433062761086668572?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/8433062761086668572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=8433062761086668572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/8433062761086668572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/8433062761086668572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2008/08/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-6092913787789483293</id><published>2008-06-03T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:19.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>Outside_In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"The pleasure we derive from journeys is perhaps dependent more on the mindset &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;with which we travel than on the destination we travel to"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alain De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bouton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm preparing for a journey to India.  I'm going  to do a yoga teachers training course in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rishikesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a small town in the North where the streets are paved with Holy-men and  pseudo swami's (those who do it for fun and profit and who have  been known to wear Nike trainers beneath their pious robes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;'Caucasian&lt;/span&gt;-Western-(bottle)- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blond-&lt;/span&gt; female- tourist- on- a- quest-to- become- one- with- her- inner- dolphin', is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stereotype&lt;/span&gt; that chafes my soul like a pair of cheap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sneakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've been thinking of my body as my mobile home--the portable , vessel that contains and occupies space. My interior is furnished with multiple layers of  thoughts, experiences and perceptions that make me what I am.This is me deliberately extracting my  body from its familiar ,everyday context ,an action which I have romanticised into a pilgrimage &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Journeys like this sound exotic and mystical, and they probably are to some extent ,but they are also gritty and grimy and punctuated with 'beam-me-up-scotty' moments, when I wish I was back on the couch at home watching life through the filter of the Travel Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for this journey involves more than dusting off my backpack and   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pumping my veins full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vaccinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; it involves mentally and spiritually opening up to the beauty and the ugliness of India, of the unknown ...and of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Most travellers  feel compelled to document their journeys. I aim to formalise my documentation process into a project , a daily ritual whereby certain aspects of the journey are systematically recorded and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;catalogued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to create an archive of index cards with text and drawings. I  have designed a series of  cards , one per day , for the purposes of illustration and documentation. The idea is to use each card to represent a 24-hour period so that when they are lined up at the end of the journey they will form  a timeline of memory and association--creating a visual archive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; that bears testimony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; to one person's experience in a specific time and space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The cards are printed on 200gm white cardboard . Their dimensions have been calculated to measure 6 by 4 inches (6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;multiplied&lt;/span&gt; by 4 = 24 (the number of hours in a day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The front is a blank space for illustration . All drawings will be based on a significant place or  experience that defined the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The back is designed in the style of an official form where the following data will be logged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Day no.(of journey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Keyword(the day described in one word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Location (country, city, place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;No. of steps walked per day (counted using a pedometer), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dreams recalled (first thing on waking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;General comments/insights/experiences &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I will also be mapping my journey on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.justaminspace.travellerspoint.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Travellerspoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blogsite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-6092913787789483293?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/6092913787789483293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=6092913787789483293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/6092913787789483293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/6092913787789483293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/outsidein.html' title='Outside_In'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-107753609648923112</id><published>2008-03-25T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:19.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public intervention'/><title type='text'>Wish Collecting Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SEU2RmCM9pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YJwmu9Seqgs/s1600-h/guru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SEU2RmCM9pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YJwmu9Seqgs/s320/guru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207628220019308178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your wishes ?  Why did you wish them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; The Wish collecting  project aims to create an archive that maps the dreams and desires of a cross section of contemporary society. It gives the public a voice by encouraging people to clarify and express their visions/hopes for the future. The project is expanding into several formats with over five hundred wishes collected so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In February this year the Dutch -intiated Cascoland project &lt;a href="http://www.cascoland.com/"&gt;(www.cascoland.com)&lt;/a&gt; ,woke up my sleepy hometown of Durban. The idea was to initiate projects that intervene in public space . I am interested in interrupting the robotic daily routines of commuters.  Passers by are invited to write down their wish and hold it up in a portrait photograph which is subsequently printed out and given to them. The intention is to  encourage the public to remember, re-enforce and reflect on the the actions or events which they need to manifest in their lives. At first I had a moral dilemma in getting people to publicly declare their wishes, aren't they supposed to remain secret? The solution is to create a wish list: wishes based on genuine need are written onto a list with the aim of finding ways of granting them (either in a personal capacity or by approaching people who have the necessary resources.) This would ideally encourage a culture of reciprocity where you would make a wish but also be able to read the wishes of others which it may be within your power to help fulfill. It would make people cut through their superficial desires to consider what their genuine needs are .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The Cascoland project was located along a route between an informal housing settlement called Little Cato Manor, to the Durban Harbour. The route transects a variety of cultural and economic sectors of society. By collecting wishes from people along this route I was able to compare those of street children and the homeless with those of the affluent and educated. In this way  wish collection can be used as an effective &lt;a href="http://www.imaginedurban.org/category/durban-initiatives/wish-collecting-project/"&gt;research tool&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;There have been two portable wish collection kiosks constructed which will be moved to different areas of the city and left in public spaces to enable people to make and deposit a wish anonymously. Each wisher will be given a receipt which they must retain until their wish comes true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-107753609648923112?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/107753609648923112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=107753609648923112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/107753609648923112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/107753609648923112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2008/03/wish-collecting-project.html' title='Wish Collecting Project'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/SEU2RmCM9pI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YJwmu9Seqgs/s72-c/guru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-3366827428656891901</id><published>2007-05-28T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:19.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>Photo Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Please click here to view images of past projects in my photo gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-3366827428656891901?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/3366827428656891901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=3366827428656891901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/3366827428656891901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/3366827428656891901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2007/05/flickr.html' title='Photo Gallery'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-8581578452693847173</id><published>2007-05-25T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:19.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving through space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>From Bedroom to Birthplace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/RlrHO6jSDVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kGPVmtHBzJc/s1600-h/inst6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/RlrHO6jSDVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kGPVmtHBzJc/s320/inst6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069583389608250706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; recently located the place where I was born. It used to be called Durban Mother's Hospital now it is the Salvation Army . The building has been turned into a hostel /boarding house and is run by  a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colonal&lt;/span&gt; who promised to look up my birth records in exchange for Kentucky Fried Chicken. The birth records  are kept in huge books in a broom cupboard under the stairs. I was born at 4.30 am in bed no. 271 on the 9/03/1978, in a surgery that is now home to a family of five.&lt;br /&gt;The project involved  a walk, with my mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;between the place I call ‘Home’ and the point at which I emerged into the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; The walk traces a path between the present and the past,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey was documented in the following ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman"&gt;-&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Collecting found objects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anyman"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;from the immediate environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Counting steps using a pedometer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carrying a GPS device which logs the distance and speed we were moving at any point in the journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Labeling the route with stickers. The stickers advertise a web address on which people can find out more about the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Using Google Earth software I created a place mark for each of the objects which allowed me to note their exact location in terms of lines of longitude and latitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Photographs were taken along the route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every found object is labeled with the number of steps taken to that point. The object is photographed in its original location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each object holds a specific memory, serving as a reminder of place and experience. These objects contextualize the walk by signifying the nature of the space and time and culture in which the journey is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-8581578452693847173?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/8581578452693847173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=8581578452693847173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/8581578452693847173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/8581578452693847173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-bedroom-to-birthplace.html' title='From Bedroom to Birthplace'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFcn8nycwBg/RlrHO6jSDVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kGPVmtHBzJc/s72-c/inst6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-7763616112202943114</id><published>2007-04-25T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:19.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psycho geograpy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>You are (w)here !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been lost in virtual space :if I'm not stumbling through the various scattered thoughts in my mind, I'm trawling through the various scattered thoughts on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. Surfing like a pro without getting my feet wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the possible topics for a thesis, of all the possible combinations of concepts and words, I am in the process of filtering, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;focusing&lt;/span&gt; and distilling. Space, Time, Maps, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Psycho geography&lt;/span&gt;, archiving daily lived experience ....these have become the catchphrases of my existence. My head is full of french social theorists: Guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Debord&lt;/span&gt;, Henri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lefebvre&lt;/span&gt;, Michel Foucault. I fall asleep with them every night  gurgling through the digestive tract of my consciousness. Despite what may be said about french men, none of these  fellows are really good in bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lefebvre's  socially produced space bounce off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Debord's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Psycho geography and ricochet against Foucalt's theories on Power and hetertopias&lt;/span&gt;. They all speak about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; notions: about space, place and site being the product of the people who occupy and navigate them; about space existing in time and therefore in history and memory. The point of departure when considering space must surely be the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.freewebs.com/anyman"&gt;human body-as a vessel which both contains and occupies space&lt;/a&gt; and must mediate between internal psychic/mental spaces and external spaces. Bodies interact with other bodies, shaping environments through their thoughts and (inter)actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested in exploring the manner in which individual bodies move through space during the course of their daily routine. I track my routes with GPS, I collect objects (one per day)which remind me of my presence in a specific site, I carry a small journal(one per day) around with me at all times to document my thoughts and experiences.The collecting and documenting of personal lived experience is an attempt to locate my body in time and space. This is a one year (365day) project begun on the first of January 2007. At the end of the project there will be an object and a journal for each day of the year---a personal record of one person's routine existence in linear time and gridded space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art uses maps--cut up, stripped of place names, stitched into and re-presented as 3d cubes. This is my attempt to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;interrogate&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;perceived&lt;/span&gt; space (material space) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;conceived&lt;/span&gt; space which interprets and transcribes physical space into a 2dimensional format. Space is organic, places are always changing according to the movement and interactions that occur between the people who occupy those spaces. Maps lock place into a specific, immutable time frame---they can never be completely accurate yet we use them to make sense of the spaces we occupy. Maps are symbols of power: they influence the manner in which a space is navigated, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;perceived&lt;/span&gt; and remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around Durban and see how the act of changing the city's street names is an attempt to erase and rewrite the history of a place. There are going to be lots of spelling errors :New street signs labour beneath the bulk of  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pronouncible&lt;/span&gt; double-barrel surnames....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But that's another issue. For now I'll plunge back into the surf a terrain without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;street names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; theories on spatial practice bounce off Foucault theories of space and power which in turn ricochet against  (but seething with social theorists). The waves are always great in the ocean of Google.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-7763616112202943114?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/7763616112202943114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=7763616112202943114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/7763616112202943114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/7763616112202943114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-are-where.html' title='You are (w)here !?'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-115511639725711582</id><published>2006-08-09T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:19.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>Whitespace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nature vs. Nurture. How much of who you are is embedded into your genetic coding? How much of who you are has been moulded by your environment ? This project is an experiment ! .Blank white squares of artist canvas are left in various spaces. Initially the squares are identicle but gradually each will develop distintive markings reflecting the nature of the environment in which it is located .The intention is for the squares to gradually become integrated into the environment. If you see one on the pavement walk over it , not around it. If you see one under a tree , sit on it, eat your lunch off it! if there is one in the middle of the road drive over it. Just please leave them where they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The concept of whitespace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;refers to the empty space that is so lacking in the media-driven, capitalist society that we call reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;We have reached a state of information overload! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Every available space (virtual space included) is set aside to communicate a message . That message may be in the form of a traffic signal, a street name, a radio jingle or a flyer thrust through your window at a stop street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This project is an attempt to reclaim areas of whitespace while simultaneously documenting the impossibility of occupying space without transforming and being transformed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-115511639725711582?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/115511639725711582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=115511639725711582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/115511639725711582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/115511639725711582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2006/08/whitespace.html' title='Whitespace'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27989350.post-114744605945889794</id><published>2006-05-12T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:15:19.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><title type='text'>Who is Anyman ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4657/2957/1600/engaged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4657/2957/320/engaged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyman represents the individual in society. It is a symbol, created to encourage you to consider the implications of how you occupy space and how the space you occupy shapes your identity. Every space has a temporal aspect : it exists in time and has a history attached to it. Anything (and Anyman) entering that space catalyses a reaction and becomes a part of its history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyman aims to bring &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/didgereedonut/inprocess.html"&gt;awareness&lt;/a&gt; to the fact that the environments we inhabit are designed and controlled by people in positions of power who reserve the right to manipulate space and subsequently to influence the ontological stance of the individuals who inhabit that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last see a view free from any man made structure or intervention? In this 24-hour a day global village the total human population is approximately 6,000,129,811. Space and time have become politiscized, commercialised and regulated commodities. &lt;a href="http://www.nothingness.org"&gt;Urban spaces&lt;/a&gt; in particular are geared toward promoting consumption.The population is increasingly inundated with sensory data. You are perpetually receiving ,processing and interpreting information. This information moulds your identity. Society is structured on the concept of the individual, but convenience culture has made conformity seem more compelling than individuality. Every individual can be percieved of as s a brand communicating a certain ideology through interaction with its environment. Every brand needs to retain its integrity.Every brand needs to make its voice heard against the background noise. This doesn't mean shouting louder than anybody else it means saying something different and saying it with conviction. Anyman hopes to remind you of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Coca-colonised&lt;/span&gt; culture is saturated with brands competing for your attention in both public and 'private' spaces. The Nike swoosh advises you to "Just do It", the golden arches of Macdonalds sell happiness in the form of a burger and a plastic toy, Madonna has cornered the market as a sex diva and an author of childrens fables. As a consumer you are able to purchase everything from chewing gum to longevity. Every available surface is a target for branding : logos have been lazered onto the yolks of eggs (while still in the shell), humans have been branded by celebrity worship, Google has become a verb and Pepsi has proposed projecting its logo onto the surface of the moon. The proliferation of advertised brands is apparent even in the pristine suburbs where the walls of houses are branded with the names of armed response units and "For Sale signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyman has infiltrated this cacophany of branded visual data. It is an ironic brand employing &lt;a href="http://www.obeygiant.com"&gt;guerilla advertising&lt;/a&gt; techniques to draw attention to the social implications of the mass media industry ie: using the medium to subvert itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intention is to make the Anyman logo as prominent and ubiquitous as possible. Look out for it on street pole ads, in the classified section of newspapers, on road signs, stickers, stencils and flyers and superimposed over existing advertisments . If you spot him please take a photo and &lt;a href="tamlyn@vegaschool.com"&gt;contact me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27989350-114744605945889794?l=any-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/feeds/114744605945889794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27989350&amp;postID=114744605945889794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/114744605945889794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27989350/posts/default/114744605945889794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://any-man.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-is-anyman.html' title='Who is Anyman ?'/><author><name>TRACE [definition]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11647035431313217291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
