10th April 2014, 8:40 PM
I was looking at the city and saw a really nice shot while waiting for a friend. In my mind it seemed to fit in with the way I was feeling that evening.
Zagreb felt like another city, temporarily transformed. I enjoyed that change, but as we walked around and stood in places, the wandering and the hesitating and the discussions revealed that the transformation didn’t actually happen.

10th April 2014, 8:40 PM

I was looking at the city and saw a really nice shot while waiting for a friend. In my mind it seemed to fit in with the way I was feeling that evening.

Zagreb felt like another city, temporarily transformed. I enjoyed that change, but as we walked around and stood in places, the wandering and the hesitating and the discussions revealed that the transformation didn’t actually happen.

book: Humans of New York by Brandon Stanton

It’s a coffee table book. I wasn’t sure what to write about it or what to think about it, because I didn’t look at it the way I should have; I was reading it the way I would read prose (with a lot of pictures). So I cleared out a desk, made coffee and put the book and the cup of coffee on the table. Mmm…

But it did inspire conversation last Sunday, when I had a couple of friends over. A conversation about whether you can tell if a person is a boy or a girl based on the structure of their face, for example. That’s actually an interesting topic. So with all the photographs of people collected in this book, I think there may be potential for something. I find this is enough for now. Whether I feel that the text should or shouldn’t enter the photos isn’t of vital importance right now, as well as other similar thoughts.

GUESS WHAT. I’m doing the thing again.
I feel encouraged by last year’s success and I quite enjoyed writing out the first 1690 words, but there’s also the little matter of… classes…… and coursework………………………….

GUESS WHAT. I’m doing the thing again.

I feel encouraged by last year’s success and I quite enjoyed writing out the first 1690 words, but there’s also the little matter of… classes…… and coursework………………………….

Novac je prljav.

Pod je prljav.

Novac nađen na podu je posebno prljav.

Pod na kojem je bio novac je najprljaviji.

Ne zaboravimo oprati ruke nakon diranja.

In times of turbulent reactions to the pace of formal education (but also everything ever), I’ve found drawing stuff like this helps.
I could draw a million of these for how overwhelmed I’ve been feeling. And I’m still not sure whether it’s the coursework - free time ratio or some negative self-perpetuating attitude I may have gotten myself into???¿¿¿¿¿¿?¿

In times of turbulent reactions to the pace of formal education (but also everything ever), I’ve found drawing stuff like this helps.

I could draw a million of these for how overwhelmed I’ve been feeling. And I’m still not sure whether it’s the coursework - free time ratio or some negative self-perpetuating attitude I may have gotten myself into???¿¿¿¿¿¿?¿

comicbooks: Wolves, Ginger Warrior Chicks and Perpetually Smiling Revolutionaries

Picked up some comics from the library, because the shelf was right there and I am weak and unable to resist.

Wolves - Cradle to the Grave by Sonja Gašperov

This one was a promise. An easy to keep promise, because the comic is pretty cute and no-nonsense straight-forward. No text, just a simple art style that somehow manages to make you linger on each frame and look at what exactly is happening. It has humour and it has drama and it even has touching moments. I may have cried a little, except not, because I was in a public place where cynics gather. But I liked it. And I wish I had managed to find the other volume. Perhaps next time.

Roxanna & the Quest for the Time Bird by Letendre and Loisel

This one was shit.

But I can’t complain much because I took it knowing I may not like it. Sure, it’s a ginger warrior chick, but she spends most of the comic being told by men not to do stuff. Her weapon is impressive not because she has any skill of her own, but because it’s magical. She doesn’t really… participate in any of the fights and while she does resolve the last Big Fight and thus proves her courage, she does it by flashing a bunch of horny warriors that were women-deprived due to some religious ritual or something.

If you squint really hard, you may be able to see it as ironic or satirical and thus potentially empowering, but el oh el. No thank you. Maybe I should look at it in the context of the time it was made, but nah. I don’t feel like it.

The art style isn’t up my alley, either. But the art and the narrative style remind me of the afternoons I spent with my grandma as a kid. I think there were comics there. Comics which I would read to amuse myself. I don’t remember what they were, but it’s interesting how unexpectedly these things come back to you. Huh.

V for Vendetta by Alan Moore and David Lloyd

This was good and I cried a lot. Or well, more than I would expect myself to. Before I read it, I thought the art style wasn’t very nice. But while I was reading it, I realized the art style fits the story and may be nice. I may have liked it more if it wasn’t coloured. Maybe. I’m not sure.

The story isn’t cheesy and in moments when it is, it’s not very cheesy or it’s done deliberately and doesn’t require squinting to see it as ironic or slightly satirical. It doesn’t shy away from criticism and isn’t ambiguous about which minorities exactly are shat on by society. Thank you, 80s comic. Oh! And the cabaret references! I’m a sucker for cabaret references.

This one also unexpectedly reminded me of a thing I had forgotten. A kept promise.

Sometimes things like this occupy a lot of my time.
When a scanner is too old for Windows 7, but has a driver, but doesn’t scan very well. And then you have to search for an alternative program. Except sometimes it looks better in one program and sometimes it looks better in the other, so you have to keep both. And then you just kind of… scan it twice, without even meaning to.
I’m not upset, but I want compensation for how long it took me to scan eight papers. I accept cuddles and deadline extensions. Hahaha
In other news, I made tea twice today and brought the scanner from my old home into my current home. I’ve been needing it a lot lately and I anticipate needing it in the future, so it’s nice to have it available whenever. It’s so loud, though. And has stains on the inner side of the glass / probably plastic. But it does the job and I do like a little trash. :P

Sometimes things like this occupy a lot of my time.

When a scanner is too old for Windows 7, but has a driver, but doesn’t scan very well. And then you have to search for an alternative program. Except sometimes it looks better in one program and sometimes it looks better in the other, so you have to keep both. And then you just kind of… scan it twice, without even meaning to.

I’m not upset, but I want compensation for how long it took me to scan eight papers. I accept cuddles and deadline extensions. Hahaha

In other news, I made tea twice today and brought the scanner from my old home into my current home. I’ve been needing it a lot lately and I anticipate needing it in the future, so it’s nice to have it available whenever. It’s so loud, though. And has stains on the inner side of the glass / probably plastic. But it does the job and I do like a little trash. :P

I’ve been having trouble keeping up with everything that I’m supposed to and would like to do. So until I get into the swing of things, here’s a couple of older sketches that have been on my desk for over a month.

five films and one short story: Name the Common Theme

Mad Dance Film Trilogy by Ken Paul Rosenthal x

While I don’t like the aesthetics of the movies, I like the attempt to explore different narrative techniques. Each movie works in a different way (subtitles and stock narration, stock footage and music, voice-over). However, what makes this trilogy particularly interesting is what it talks about and how it talks about it (mental health). It has a voice that isn’t often heard or represented. For that reason, I find these movies important and fresh and I’m glad I got to see them.

The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman x

Given to me by a friend who had to translate it into Croatian. Technically, I’ve read this story twice (in English and Croatian). It’s short and straight-forward, about a “temporary nervous depression - a slight hysterical tendency”. It’s very engrossing, which makes it a bit of a difficult read. I liked it, but didn’t enjoy it. Or perhaps I enjoyed it a little bit, for its wit and relevance:

That spoils my ghostliness, I am afraid, but I don’t care - there is something strange about the house - I can feel it. I even said so to John one moonlight evening, but he said what I felt was a draught, and shut the window.

The Woodmans (2010) x x

Just a couple of days before I watched this movie, I liked a reblogged post on a friend’s Tumblr. Turns out it was a photoset of Francesca Woodman’s photographs. What a coincidence!

While this movie is about the whole family, a lot of time is spent on Francesca’s work. I can’t comment on it without being very subjective. It pushed some of my buttons (the need to be a capital A artist - an Artist; doing one thing and one thing only, forever and ever). On the other hand, I loved the quotes from her journal. And yes, I liked some of the photos. And the parents are kind of funny and they keep it real.

It’s a conventional documentary and it works for what it’s trying to be. I enjoyed watching it. It was interesting and kept my attention from beginning to end.

The Doctor Who Hears Voices (2008)

I COULDN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW PARTS OF IT ARE ACTED.

Hahaha. I kid, I kid. It’s not a fault of the documentary - it’s my inability to let some things go. I understand it was necessary, in order to protect the subject of this documentary. I actually like the slight blur of lines that’s created. Is it a documentary? Is it not? The actress certainly did a good job.

The film is about a doctor who hears a voice that’s telling her to kill herself. She is being treated by a psychologist who thinks she shouldn’t take medication, but instead work her way through her issues, with the assuption that it will calm the voice. And it does!

I loved it, plain and simple. It explores an alternative way of treating a specific mental health problem (but it may also be a foot in the door). Talking it through, analysing it through, sorting it through… instead of just taking a pill.

The only thing I didn’t like was some of the director’s questions and attitudes. And the crooked filming. Unless it was deliberate. It doesn’t distract much, but it’s there. Haha. Consider it a déformation professionnelle.

(And I would have gladly used ‘professional deformation’ or ‘job conditioning’, but neither sounds very nice.)

izložba: Otvaranje KIC-a x (bilješke)

GOVORANCIJE

živi, pulsira, diše… Krleža se čita i izvodi… fragmenti… scenska događanja… ići će se po prostorima KIC-a… poetsko-scenski dijalog… Rade Šerbedžija i Edin Karamazov…

da se otvore vrata neovisnoj sceni… da bude centar našeg intimnog kozmičkog [svijeta]…

za uključivanje ovog dijela Zagreba (koji je to dio?)

brb sugestije

umjetnici koji galeriju vode - socijalističko samoupravljanje. umjetnici su sami odabrali tko će izlagati. sve članovi savjeta…

prednost ima misaonost, a ne dopadnost [radova]!

Autentičnost poticaja (se više puta spominje) te radovi koji intenzivno traže obradu, vaš angažman

citat od Tina Ujevića

NA IZLOŽBI

"The only way to describe the void is to describe what is around it. The gallery space is blank until occupied. Or perhaps… it is simply blank."

Kožarić ima čašu šampanjca

Siniši Labrović tete diraju svjetlo dok on priča s nekim ispred. Njegovo je Bez naziva, 2014.

Mala djevojčica pita svoju mamu ispred fotografija Borisa Cvjetanovića: „Zašto su goli?“ „Rekao im je da se skinu. Znaš da to tata voli.“ „Neeee.“ „Ne smije se skinuti?“ „Ne!“ „Dobro.“

Taman gotova, ali nedem na turneju…

Some quick sketches from last night, because I found a nice brush.

And none of the designs for these characters are final. But I’m okay with their changing appearance. They’re fictional, after all. They have the circumstances to change in ways other folks can’t.