|A bike chained to park fence in Berlin|
I had just recovered from a few days of depression where I drowned in self criticism. I was glad to no longer feel blue and welcomed the chance to leave Paris for a few days.
The man's shirt was a picture of "the dude" from the Big Lebowski. I immediately felt a sense of connection to him by seeing this shirt.-
|Sketch for Edward Scissorhands|
|Melies' Studio Model|
Other highlights of Cinematheque Francaise included seeing all the early film devices like. zoetropes, magic pictures, and many of them were useable and interactive. What a joy! Sets of Melies, a model of his studio, the original robot costume from Metropolis. I wanted to keep a picture of it in my mind forever.
I noticed in Berlin: Everyone was outside. Tons of bike riders and park enthusiasts. Nice wide streets, second hand stores, and inexpensive food. Spaces seemed youthful and unpretentious with lots of re-purposed furniture.
|Coin floor of Common Room|
|Alexanderplatz Collage in Bedroom|
|Checkpoint Charlie Sign|
|McDonald's next to Checkpoint Charlie|
We found a Currywurst stand by following Cam's instincts and sat for dinner as group of young Turkish men kindly give up the single table in front of the stand. Currywurst is a bratwurst covered with a curry ketchup and accompanied by fries. It was delicious but not something I could eat every week. After the cheap dinner we walked towards the direction of our B and B. All around young adults our age were out for the night, enjoying dinners, sitting on porch stoops having a beer, holding each other from sadness. I saw a woman in a window playing an accordion. I saw a couple doing standup at a club. We decided to have a beer at the Pony Salon, mostly because I liked the name and its outdoor seating. The ceiling of the bar was covered in record posters. The furniture was a mish mash of vintage couches. The waitress was friendly and gave us large beers with a side of pretzels.
Cam and I entered into deep discussions about our residency, Berlin, St. Louis, our frustrations with being an artist. I was so drawn to our discussions that I didn't even want to play pool. Two beers later as the bar was shutting down the old man sitting next to us began to chat with a traveler about to enter his car.
"Look at how great Berlin is, Wow!", said the traveler.
"It's inspiring, 60 years ago it was destroyed and now it is so creative, so much freedom, " he continued.
The man replied, "Yes, it is like the dawn after a dark night."
I thought about how St. Louis had the possibility to feel like Berlin. To be slow, creative, let it all hang out, exist together, be weird, not be all about money but rather ideas, support the arts. To heal from our racist roots, our separated city with its invisible walls.
I thought about my future- I wanted to be able to travel. I wanted to have a home. I wanted to meet travelers. I wanted to pay my debts. I wanted to be involved in art community. How do I get there? How do we get there?
|Pension Berlin Flag|