Furthermore

 

after the cadavre de ETO (and post-act submerging of painting)

A new lease perhaps – due to an anniversary issue of gold leaf, with certificates and open references as to what to do with it all, seemed appropriate, well perhaps even intentionally so (appropriation) for the european theatere of operations which has been rather dormant of late.

A chance to rekindle the personages involved, reminding us of the origins and references from bygone activities... and equally useful for the RNO as well as ACC...

 

the text accompanying the issue of shares reads thus:

“That set me thinking in a convoluted A to Band back to A way about (A) art, archives & anniversaires to (B) Big Blue, Bonn Ben Patterson's 'Rheingold' – blue chips an thence back to Klein's issuance of shares of air (A)...

this all in Chipping Norton no less, considering a display by the local contemporary showcase featureing Art & Language... The whole thing to be rendered as AAAA (Quadruple-A) ArtActionAéreAnniversaire … ombined with a definitive closure of the the site along the Rhine river at Bonn (Plittersdorf).

 

 

theatre piece

 a bit like paper piece as related to me at the time of Ben P's visit in 2012 - this was also one with toilet and towelpaper, but by 'Unbeat' Yoshio nakajima during a lecture about his work at the anatomical theatre in the ghent academy - I include this im my series of 'European Theatres of Operation' due to the fact that this Japanese flux-fenomenon walked (hiked/hitched) all the way to Europe across Asia back in the sixties to become a major influence on the art of it's day - and remained... living in Sweden for ever so long...

 

back on the street

 One of the first notions to pursue the ETO at all was a participation in street theate activities as a student - at the time politically engaged it was a format that seemed viable and pertinent... still is, but now on a very reduced, even 'unnoticed' scale - 

to wit

operation (Chien Brun Brussels)

this wrap-up of defuct archive material (from performances way back - remnants, slightly documentary but not really essential... in how far does an object (remnant) carry significance in the history of a piece... or add to the understanding of it?

a question still to be considered

street by street

 considering the re-delineation of streets as part of a european intervention (staring at Maubeuge in Nord Pas de Calais... completely redone after last war...)

here some trial runs

back and forth, less so

 whereas I used to zip back and forth to all sorts of venues constantly, it is now a matter of preparing and weighing the pro's and con's of any move, even the slightest... a different way of looking at it I suppose, and also perhaps a lot less energy lost.

considering the by-gones more than the 'what's to come' and making note of the passage - I remember watsching them load up the old giant wine barrels from the royal depot before it was demolished entirely, and marvelled at the craftmanship of the things - gone somewhere north to start a new life as a commercial decoration rather than a well-made public amenity - here an image when presumeably they were still if full use.

in my research I came across a mention which would tickle all supporters of the 'intercontinental entrepot' and also conjures memories of oneself having to go and file douane-papers and such in these hallowed halls:

to with the painter Vincent van Gogh himself to his brother Theo when he had just gotten to Antwerp:

 On Time (lookback)

a déja-vu feeling arises when looking at the wanton destruction wreaked on U

a throwback to the forties of the last century...

hi time (2 hit the road)

 high time for a new update on the current situation, being minimal... (do not see me theatre at its best)

- but also plans to move again (been a while with Covid and all that)

 

re-kindled the traditional 'triangulation drives' but decided to split into two parts

part one - south (second part in various guises, soon, see below)

we thought it good to rekindle this combination of research & visiting, and due to circumstances, opted for two separate trajectories – the first being south along routes we already know and have described elsewhere, with the exception of Heilbronn, which I never saw before – so every time there is something different to consider along the way... 

 

First leg south decided to do in two days – take some time at stations we usually just whizz past (fahn fahn fahn auf der autobahn) – taking the A4 direction Cologne and then the 61 south, which is still closed in parts due to the damage cause by the raging torrents last year – weather getting weirder every year – now to hot. Bonn and the requisite grave visitation, and then along the Rhine – past Coblence then, where the hills get steeper and rockier towards the Lorelei – which I have seen from the express train Frankfurt-Cologne many a time, but never stopped to have a good look – and perhps I waited too long, since the romantic shores are now festooned with white plastic camper vans – so much for that romantic vista which Victor Hugo once illustrated; backdrop to a wagnerian scene of the Rheingold or such – hard to envisage nowadays – but anyway heading south towards the 'Binger Loch' which always intrigued me – but here too not as impressed as I might have been a few years back... something lacking – need of a new choreography perhaps. Short stop at Bingen before heading further south and into the hills behind the wine-route at Neustadt... the Palatine forests... here too a sense of loss: many trees dead or dying, climate change and budworm, no looking good at all. 

 

We spent the night at the cloister Esthal, where we had been before, and which each time boasts less nuns to run the place, now being held together/barely afloat with some help from the east (polish?) but also in need of a new concept – not just yoga classes and mindfulness – but who still wants to work at it? Lovely old orchards and fields going to seed, crumbling forest and growing graveyard... but still a wonderful place to stay compared with alternatives in that price-range...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meandering down the forest hills into the Rhine valley we had to adjust again to the frenzied speed-freaks hogging the Autobahn, just in time to get stuck in heavy traffic (well standstill in fact) at Karlsruhe. Where our old cafeteria on the river has been refurbished into a kitch-club and no longer an attractive pit-stop. Slow going, lots of roadworks gumming up our itinerary – deciding then to head straight for Munich rather than the Allgäu-route we had considered – backdrop scenery not really up to scratch anymore anyway... Munich on the other hand went well – used to be a major drama in various acts to get through – now a dark passage through new tunnels, but quicker – and so one might consider t-shirts with 'been to Munich, saw nothing' as novelty item...

 

Lucky for us the visit was at the foothills of the alps and therefore cool and green, as opposed to the burnt landscape we had left behind – so an idyll that still exists but for how long? 

 

defaced memorial to death-march victims

 anti septic Prüm water (holy) dispenser

and jesussandals:

 

We decided on a zig-zag return route, avoiding the roadworks we by now knew well, and taking what turned out to be quite a scenic route west and then north and then west again, to then head back into the palatine hills and cross over to Belgium through the Ardennes stopping a Prüm just before the border... seemingly one of the most important cloisters in it's day, now sort of forgotten along the way. Founded in 721 by Bertrada the elder, a great-grandmother of Charlemagne, it had immense power and territories it it's day and under Pippin III acquired Christ's sandals from the holy land, still on view today – though scholars consider them to be merovignian house-shoes (pantouffles) and never saw the holy grail... anyway, it was an interesting unscheduled find an I must say I liked a thought over one of the doorways:

“God give all those that know me

still tenfold more

of what they treat me...” (1775)

On that note we headed into the Belgian Haute Fagnes...

 

and then a major new investigation into territory unknown - east

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(more on that later too)

in the meantime a little ditty