a soft armour I've been wearing a 3 piece walking suit since January, first exploring the city of Barcelona on foot, then travelling through Europe slowly like a travelling saleswoman, carrying an old suitcase with memories embroidered in the pockets of found clothing
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Day 55 (3). Almost home, always home.
et voilaparis. last 5 km through the heart of it to join my comradesa lot of trash on the road today to fold into boatsstrange treasuresan ultrasound photo, a small house, a cheque for €400people are taking photos of mei got so used to my second skin t...
Day 55 (2). The things that kept me safe.
I am about to start my last walking day, another 20+ kilometers to Paris. For 55 days I was accompanied by things that kept me safe and sound: souvenirs for the road, tokens, given to me by friends. They worked well.Thank you all, also the people who s...
Day 55 (1). The walk is never over.
It is 5 ´o clock, I open my window to get some fresh air. The parking lot is dark, the lights of the playing hall have gone. Clouds, but some stars are visible. The Great Hunter is out of sight.I laugh out loud. Not so loud the sound will reach the sta...
Day 54 (2). Magic stockings.
The new socks I bought the day before for €2,- served a different cause than I had planned them for. It wasn´t too cold but I put them on anyway, the three pairs I had with me all had a hole in the same spot, left foot, big toe. I had planned to repair...
Day 49. Goosebumps. (A meeting with Albert Camus).
I bumped into Camus when I walked out of the cafe in Villeblevin. I wondered what he was doing there. It was a tiny village where nothing happened and I couldn´t image people would even read Camus there. There should be a good reason why he was there.T...
Day 48. (The) Art of/or Baking
In my no-planning planning thing always go differently than I thought. I am sitting at a windy bench under a cloudy sky - but still my fabulous solar panel powers the iPad mini I am writing this on - next to a church in a small village. I always look f...
Day 46. The kindness of strangers (or: the kindness of bakers).
Saturday 28-11-2015, SensI walked into his small shop because the sign outside said 4 croissants or 4 pains au chocolat for €2,-. Sometimes I spoil myself and when I do I always wonder. Shouldn´t I be more strict about living as simple as possible...
Day 38. Back in the other world.
Friday, 20 November 2015I underestimated this. I forgot. What it does to you when you spend the whole day on the highway under a grey sky surrounded by mainly flat land, factories, electricity poles, smoking chimneys. When your neighbours play their mu...
Day 32. Words and the world.
I hadn't planned to wake up in a shed again but I did. Happily and by choice.The Saturday early morning plan had been to walk from the mountain valley where I had spent the night to Sigean and catch a bus to Narbonne but when I walked into Sigean in th...
Day 29. The one million star hotel
I am a critical customer. I had booked the best room in the One Million Star Hotel and I had arrived in the dark, as they had advised me I should. But when I crawled in the bed that was soft and nicely scented with rosemary and earthen tone fragrances,...
Day 28. I am only here today (the middle).
Wednesday, 11 November 2015Today I am in de middle of my walk. And a middle suggests a beginning and although there is one, it was only chosen randomly. I am still not sure if it was the day I was supposed to start walking and postponed for a day or if...
Day 26 – 27. A place to return to.
The fog is slowly lifting. La belle Auriole is waking up, young people arrive to help with the farmwork. An old ecological farm, all alone in the mountains, 6 kilometers from the nearest tiny town, Opoul, where the people are kind and I spent two eveni...
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Elaine Angelopoulos lives and works in New York City. She is an artist with an interdisciplinary approach that bridges her studio practice with audience participation, of select installations and performances. Her work has been exhibited in New York, the United States, and Europe. Angelopoulos received a Franklin Furnace Fund/Jerome Fellowship in 2014/15. For the past few years, Angelopoulos has been included in multiple group exhibitions. Among them were “Performance, Activist, and Existential Photographs” and “Focus Group”, were both on Art and Politics shown at Ronald Feldman Gallery, curated by Director, Marco Nocella. In 2023, she completed an epic long term project called “Brooklyn Dreams”, a multi-narrative story and walkabout performance around the Atlantic Yards Footprint and Barclay’s Center in Brooklyn. Currently, Angelopoulos has several studio production projects at various stages in progress. She has editioned pigment prints from prior installations, performances, and public protest documentation. Some are in part of her ongoing series, “The Nested Selves” that feature her persona performance practices, and “Calls to Action”, selections of her archive of activist ephemera and documentation.. Angelopoulos is embarking a production to create a large body of unique works on paper, and a series of experimental video works.
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