INTRODUCTION
I am MAryam,
I study?
At KABK
I search
I learn ->
I am confused
Shall I explain?
Let me try;
#attemp7774743020202?
It says created at november 20! not true!
At November 17 10.37 am, I arrived at the studio.
This is a documentation of how
I received the place, the moment I entered.
This ist Place to action has offered me a newer, fresher way of learning from a physical place.
As a maker, I am working on themes such as (dis)placement, understanding, giving context to a particular place. I challenged myself to choose a place that could be anything. Looking back now, I see that it was a rough start. I searched for meaning. I chose as my place a photo studio. In particular, the white studio at KABK. As a photography student, I have spent countless times creating photographs in this studio. This place became something I wanted to avoid. The function of the studio is to create. Create something beyond. Something not easy, I think? My goal is to be in the studio. The process of it is to make. But what happens if you go beyond the function and be in it. This idea is that; the moment I enter the white studio. There are rules, such as, You can do anything you want in this place for a particular time. The moment you leave the studio, you leave it in its original state.
Temporarily mine
Everything on this page mainly explores me reflecting on how I perceive things. How do I deal with people in the space? How does the place deal with me being in there? Why do I struggle with breaking loose with the idea that everything needs to have meaning? And so on..
<---- I planted a butterfly, for the next person who uses the space. I expected it to be soon removed, cause it is kind of not done to leave anything behind if you are done with the space. Not long after I planted my butterfly I got a irritated Andrew, telling me to remove it :(
Steps I took to take care
Two forward
Look, all of them
To talk
To run away
To improve the connection I have with my needs
To find my way
The one that passes by every day without looking up, up to the brownish building with big windows, that was redesigned in 1937 by Jan Plantenga. Also known as the Koninklijke Academie van Beeldende kunst.
The one that thought it was necessary to replace your windows because you are a historic monument
To understand what it will take for me to get somewhere
One backward
To reconnect with someone, I no longer see
To make the right choices
To remember the many seconds in which important events took place and what I learned from those moments and the people that made them happen
this is a attempt to reflect
I just wonder if this place was the right place to choose? I sit in the middle of the room and stare a the white walls. nothing much is happening, as I just look onto my watch. How many more minutes to go? tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tik t ikt it k ti k ti k t i tk ti kt it k ik kkkkk. oh, yea this makes me think how bad I am with finding the right words to describe sounds. I guess my vocabulary understanding in English is not so great.
I can't bear the silence and I put my headphones on. I am listening to a tiny desks concert, with Alica Keys. I am just amazed by how freaking great she is. As my head goes along with the beat. I look around me, and, this time it feels different. I think back to before the summer. I was helping Irene with building up her graduation work, she was presenting her work in this place. She transformed her little world in this place. With a lot of wood and carpentry, as I remember.
ssstoppppp reflecting and be in the space, with my conscious. but it is about reflecting? I have this HA, moment.
It feels cold. Did I already write where I found myself right now? If not, i put myself in the center of the room.
''Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, oooooooh Everybody rise up
You gonna rise up, ay
I sing a song for the hustlers trading at the bus stop
Single mothers waiting on a check to come Young teachers, student doctors''
I strongly doubt if this place contains history, as I mentioned in the last class. This place is built to be used temporarily. It will always be restored to its original form, but was it always like this? I look at the crappy old lights. I think the lights are older than I am. As for sure they can replace the lights, but the walls are telling me a different story. I know that every year just before the graduation show the walls are re-painted. They can re-paint as much they want but the walls are showing their age, the nail holes are good to see from where I found myself.
I think that I like this place only early in the morning when there is the sun.
This is a video of me talking to myself and to the space. Not really interesting, but if you are going through my page, it is just six minutes me talking