“To be or not to be: that is the question:” Familiar words, right? Many people reading these lines could say for certain that these are Hamlet’s words. More precisely, Shakespeare’s Hamlet’s words. At this point, recognizing this piece is expected general knowledge for many.
As Dave Chapelle said, ‘the beauty is in the attempt’, and often it is not only crucial what we say to each other, but also how we attempt to do it. That disregarded factor of ‘how’ is what makes or breaks the connection.
Dear reader, When we talk about language, we immediately think of words, of our mother tongue or daily-life communication. But when one puts “art” next to it, all of a sudden a world of possibilities opens up in front of us.
Home: a feeling of positive attachment to places/people. Being an unidentified, nameless part of a landscape. Where is the place that you call home? It is a place, or in the way you roam? What makes home for you?
In this first edition, dedicated to the theme of welcome, a topic that could hardly be less appropriate would be the return to cinemas. This welcome was offered in mid-June by the local easing of restrictions against the virus.
It was unexpected that I received an invitation from the African Student Community – ASC – to participate in their week of Mental Health and Well-Being RELEARN to give a workshop relating the topic with art.
I was greeted by the sun, her Australian Shepherd (who ran around with my Border Collie like crazy), and a coffee in her backyard (right next to where her partner was at work in their large fruits and vegetables garden).
Let’s fancy ourselves in front of a big, towering building. But not any building. A museum. What does it evoke in your mind? Probably a series of rooms and corridors filled with artworks of all sorts and from all times, a place, maybe slightly boring
It’s February 23rd, 2021, and for the first time in years, the temperature is below zero for the sixth straight day. Groningen’s usually yellow, cobbled streets are white and where there once was water in the canals and lakes of Noorderplantsoen
My older sister and I are sitting precariously on a half-damp old piece of wood. It was probably a long, robust and important branch once to some wise old oak or perhaps even more probable to a beech.