laupäev, veebruar 28, 2009

Tali.


Kohaliku portree saiaga.
Portrait of a local bisquit with white bread.

Paistab tsivilisatsioon....
I can see....LAND!!!!



Sini-Must-Valge
Tri-color.

Jäämehe jälg
Bigfoot has been here.


Härra orav.

Mista Squirrel.




reede, veebruar 27, 2009

Irritating:

Talv. Kasuta Citrosepti.
- kas teid ei häiri see tilbendis trollides-bussides? Nagu talv iseenesest oleks mingi viirus, mida tuleb ravida! Kas aastaaegade vaheldumine on muutunud järsku ohuks rahvatervisele?

We have commercials hanging in buses with a picture of some multivitamins or whatever and text: "Winter. Use ::::!" As if winter in itself was a virus or a disease! It´s so ridiculous, it really annoys me! Winter is not a sickness, it is a season. Have people suddenly forgotten we have different seasons?

neljapäev, veebruar 26, 2009

Kahe nädala läbilõige, tagasivaates. An overview of the fortnight, in rewind.

Neljapäev, 26. veebruar. Kunsti valikaines oli kohal palju rohkem õpilasi ja tööisu oli ka kasvanud. Tundub, et gümnasistidega pole muret, nad saavad aru ja suudavad ka tööle keskenduda.

Thursday, febrary 26th. The art course for high school students is starting to work out, there were a few more present this morning and their concentration and desire to work hard had grown. But it has only been two days...

Hommikul haarasin veel kodunt kaasa suvalisi esemeid (irw), näiteks saapa, Edwardi, jänese (noh, kaua see kasski teda kodus räsib....see on mängujänes, mitte päris, loomulikult) ja veel mõned asjad. Ma olen nagu koormaeesel kogu aeg, võtan bussis ikka kolm istet enda alla.

This morning I grabbed a few random things for graphic drawing from my room, like an old boot, Edward and a rabbit (a toy one, that couldn´t wait to escape from my cats´violent attacks) and a few other things, plus about 10 more books. I am like a carrying elephant, laying myself all over a whole three seats at the bus.

Kolmapäev, õhtu. Palun-palun-palun ärge tulge mulle kallale, ärge tulge mulle kallale, ärge tulge... trammis ainult mina üks + kõige rohkem narkareid, mis ma kunagi olen näinud. Õnneks ei tehtud must välja. Galerii eluheidikuist ja koletistest, linnaserva elustik, kaltsakad boheemlased, deja vu, palju metsikum loomaaed, kui mõnes dokfilmis ja / või kommuunis.

Wednesday night. Please don´t attack me. Please don´t attack me. Please don´t... Just me in the tram and a few dozen junkies. To my luck they didn´t pay attention to me. Some raggedy beggars and a few bohemian wild animals, a zoo that you can´t even meet in a documentary and / or a commune.

Film. Ma polnud seda varem näinud. Jonestown. Mitte see film, mida ma vaatama tulin. Juriidilistel põhjustel tuli näidata ühte vanemat head filmi, kui väljakuulutatud "Kolm miili Molkomist". Õnneks. Sest tolle plaanisolnu põhjalikuma kirjelduse lugemine pani mind päev enne pisut kahtlema, kas see on ikka mulle seeditav kraam. Jonestown oli huvitav film. Seda tutvustas pusage DJ. Juuksepusaga. Kui ei käi, siis ei saa teada.

Movie. Documentary. Ha´dn´t seen before. Jonestown. Not the movie I had come to see, though. The directors of "Three miles from Molkom", the doc originally planned to be shown, couldn´t come to Tallinn, and the movie is not allowed to be shown without them by the future distributor. I am sort of glad, because the synopsis made me kind of doubt if it is a movie I could really watch without turning my face away. You don´t go, then you don´t know.

Illusioonid. Keegi räägib Tallinnast, ta ei näe, et Kopli. Keegi räägib Venemaast ja kommunismist, ta ei näe, et masendavam, kui ta enda reaalsus. Ta ei tea, et kujutelm, utoopia, võltstegelikkus, fassaad, loosung. Aga ta teeb täpselt sama asja... Ta võtab idee üle ja viib välja katastroofini, aga hukka mõistetakse ainult üks inimene, mitte Idee. Miks see Idee ise ei tee enesetappu? Miks sel ülepea lasti ellu jääda ja seda isegi toideti? Miks teda poputatakse ja lastakse tal inimesi ümber sõrme keerata? Miks talle lastakse raamatuid trükkida ja mundreid õmmelda, miks see Idee kuskil maailmanurgas ikka veel vindub? Miks keegi ei saa aru, et Idee peab surema, mitte inimesed? Kommunism või sektiutoopia, sure maha juba ükskord - võta mürki. Jäta me hinged rahule.

Illusions. Kopli region is not the same as Tallinn. The difference is two tram stops, but set back 25 years and 180 degrees in social structure.
Russia and communism are not an ideal, but a utopia. People take an idea and think the reality is that idea perfected. But the reality takes an idea and turns it upside down. Why didn´t the Idea die in the first place? Those two things are so much alike. The religious commune and... THAT place. The USSR. One takes a rather similar principle and drives it into a disaster. Why did the Idea not commit suicide? Why was it being fed and kept alive in the first place? How come that person picked up a similar principle? Is it stuck on that one persons´personal history, their life path and background? That Idea should just die, die out, take poison, and not take the people with it. JUST DIE! And, yet, the world still doesnt understand the greater evil was criminal. They still linger on to the illusion that the idea of communism was in principle good and it is just that it was misused. WAKE UP!!! It was the same thing, except without Kool-Aid!!!
and without gospel...

Kolmapäeva pärastlõuna. Mingi ökopood. Mehu või misiganes, noh see, smuuti, nagu millegipärast moodsal ajal öeldakse, maksis 40 krooni. Oh halastust. Kohvikujutud. Istumine. Rahulikult istumine ja aja surnuks löömine. See, mis mulle elus kõige rohkem närvidele käib. Isegi ostutšekki ei saanud, kuhu midagi sodida. Vardaid pold ka kaasas.... Lasin jalga, häbematult, läksin KUMU audikasse kinno - nagu olime plaaninud. Kui on kord plaani võetud, siis ma ei jäta midagi lihtsalt ära. Alati on kasulikum käia ja näha, kui kuskil kohvikus istuda. Ega te ei pea nõustuma. Ma ei tea, kelle jutt lõppkokkuvõttes targem oleks... Aga vot siuke pood on Tallinnas. Kui ei käi, siis ei saa teada.
Afternoon, wednesday. Eco-shop- cafeteria. Smoothie, 40 EEK. Goodness sakes! Coffee-talk..sitting...and talking....quietly....peacefully...nothing can be more nerve-wrecking for a person like me. No sketch paper, no knitting needles, nothing to DO but talk and stare. And I should cancel what we´d planned all week ahead? Heck no. I split and went to the movies. I got richer, despite not seeing the film we had all come out to see. I at least saw SOMETHING. You don´t go, you won´t know.

Kolmapäevased tunnid olid pühendatud inimese joonistamisele...ja vaidlemisele....ja õpilastepoolsetele ähvardustele mind väljamõeldud süüdistustega kohtusse kaevata. On ikka tragikoomilised kujud. Üsna lahja seitsmenda klassi kohta võrreldes sellega, millised MEIE omal ajal olime. Ei mingeid põlevaid paberlennukeid, golfipalle, tooli ekskremendiga kokkumäärimist ega põrandaharjaga aknast togimist. Isegi ümisemist mitte!!!! Neil lastel pole kujutlusvõimet. Ei, ega ma ainult sellepärast vastikuks õpetajaks ka ei hakka, et elu põnevam oleks. Las olla, nagu nad on. Võiksid rohkem tööd teha. Sest see mis tulema HAKKAB, kui keegi VIITSIB, paistab päris hea. Aga nad häbenevad. Ei julge HAKATA. Ja ohh! see figuurijoonistus! Rahuldaval määral oigamist ja hädaldamist. Nii ma tean, et just seda peabki tegema. Muidu oigavad järgmine aasta ka. Ja hullemini.
Lessons on wednesday were dedicated to drawing the human being. The fast sketches got them shivering, yelling, moaning and threatening to sue me with false accusations. WEAK! There is no imagination in that! In my time...well, they couldnt imagine all the things we did. Burning paper planes, golf balls, pee-soaked chairs and constant humming. I don´t mean to deliberately annoy them though just to make life more exiting, but...they could channel the energy into drawing. The little bits I saw here and there on the corner of a paper were promising. But there were too few. they are SO shy!!! But the more this tasks makes them whine and moan now, the less they´ll be troubled by it on the years to come.

Teisipäev. Ei viitsind mina enam neid pingviine jõllitada. Tagasiteel magasin terve tee. Oli väike orienteerumine Tartus Vabariigi aastapäeval ja Anu Raua tehtud Eesti Rahva Muuseumi juubelivaiba esitlus. Sai jälle 500 krooni raamatute alla magama pandud. Suudad sa säästa, kui Elumõnu maksab 100 krooni vähem kui pealinnas! Kas näljutada vaimu või keha, see on küsimus. Teel Tartusse sai räägitud igasugu teemadel. Mida Tartu poole, seda tõsisematel ja akadeemilisematel. Pidama jäime küüditamise juures, aga olime rääkinud linnakeskkonna kujundamisest, rahvusvaheliste näituste korraldamisest ja suu soojenduseks rebastest ja hiirtest. Anu Rahvamajas küpsetavad Lonnid ülihead maaleiba. Kui ei käi, siis ei saa teada...

Tuesday. Having slept all the way back I had no desire to watch the presidents reception and the concert for the 91st birthday of the Republic. A trip to Tartu, the academic capital. Presentation of the tapestry made by Anu Raud for the 90ieth anniversary of Estonian National Museum. Spent another 500 on books. I´ll starve some day! But I also starve without the books - mentally. On the way to the University City Tartu we talked a lot about different subjects in the bus. We started with mice and foxes and reached deportations, ethics... slipped by urban design and the hardships of arranging trips to international exhibitions during the Soviet era.

Esmaspäev. Aktus koolis. Omapärane isamaalise luulekava... mitte nii omapärane ja üsna ebameeldib mängu-tulirelvaga publiku suunas sihtimine. Riigilipu puudumine laval... samad laulud ja samad mittekokkukõlamised. Väga palju nihelemist ja minu hilinemised iga asjaga ja igale poole.
Monday, at school. Celebrating the Anniversary of the Republic with different events like quizzes, movies, concerts and games. A poetic performance, not so poetic experience of having a fake automatic gun pointed at you. What a flop! Pheef. I hope no one filmed that moment.

Laupäev. Lumelinn. vaata pilte.
Saturday. Opening of the Snow World. Pictures in a previous post.

Reede. Kontsert Linnahallis. Majandusraskused, arvasin et enam spotile ei kutsuta. Noh, Dimat seekord jälitada ei saanudki, küll aga mingit slaavi bluusivenda, kes ei kõlanud üldse halvasti. Kui ei käi, siis ei saa teada...
I thought they wouldn´t need me for spotlight gigs in the concert hall any more, but they called on tuesday. Friday night, russian blues. No hardcore synthesizer crap nor anything. Actual music. It was difficult to understand what instrument went solo at what time. We had to catch all those moments...

Ja siis oli eelmisel nädalal koolitus koolikiusamise teemal. Kohati oli isegi huvitav.
And we had lectures on the subject of school bullying last week. It was quite interesting...

Asjad on üksteise otsa kuhjunud, väga erinevad asjad ühe nädala sees. Tagasi vaadateski ei anna pausi teha. Olen sunnitud kihte lahti kaevama nagu juubelikontserdi alguses (seda nägin, jah, rohkem ma ei näinud).
Stuff, piled up on top of each other like a stilllife. Different events during just one week. Hard to digest it all...Life is like a stew that people keep adding something raw and fresh constantly and it is never done. I have to excavate the layers of events like in the beginning of the 91st anniversary concert.

neljapäev, veebruar 19, 2009

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Sama raamat ühes poes ja teises.

the same book in two shops not 100 meters away from each other.

It is a book on one small-island-womans´ life, her crafts and her knowledge in the all-positive key. Joy de vivre ? I think that´s how they say. It has a rather salty price. But I already know it is hopeless, even in the state of economic depression. I give myself a week at the most of resistance and then I am facing the problem of where to keep it again.

I brought home the crafts books I kept at school, the trouble is, the spots on the shelves where they were kept have all been filled by new books in the meantime. What in the world am I going to do. I really want a personal library...

laupäev, veebruar 14, 2009

Kellele me oleme tegelikult võlgu. Of those we are indepted to.


14. veebruar, Estonia Kontserdisaal. Eesti Rahvakunsti ja Käsitöö Liidu 80. aastapäeva tähistamine.

Valentines´day 2009. 80th anniversary of Estonians Crafts and Folk Art Union.
"Kui lubati vanaemasi kaasa võtta, siis see vist eriti pidulik üritus pole?" mõtlesin mina, ja loobusin vahetusjalanõusid otsimast.
Grannies and knitting allowed, so it can´t be that festive of an event? I thought and gave up searching for the hopelessly lost black shoes at home.

Rahvast igasugust, igaüks on Isetehtud, kõigil on hülge viga küljes, kellelgi pole poeriided selga mahtunud. Nagu näitus...

It is like an exhibition of Self-Made...people and clothes and things. Everyone is crafted and crafty and just don´t buy it.

Saal kihab. Kõigil on Rutt sabas (kes on Rutt? Mainäind teda kuskil...)

Everyone is in a Rush (hmm, what type of a vehicle is that I wonder...or is it a costume?)

Üleval, ma üritasin skeemi joonistada keda ma tundsin ja keda nad tundsid aga mul läks kõik sassi. Kadil on veel õnged väljas, et võibolla tuleb Idee.
I tried making a sketch of who I knew there but I f***ed up.
Kui ma enne just rääkisin identiteedist, siis seal saalis ma pidin sellele uuesti mõtlema. Käsitööinimeste identiteet on nii kuradi tugev et see on peaaegu sürreaalne. See on selline ideaalvariant nagu mingi Stepfordi naised.... Aga see on täitsa päriselt, ilma naljata. Nad ongi sellised.
I just posted about identity and sitting there in that concert hall I was forced to think about that subject again. The identity, the self consciousness of the crafts people is so strong it is almost surreal, like the ideal world...Stepford wives... Truman show... But it IS real, no joke. That´s the way they actually are. It is odd. There is no sign of doubt in them, no wavering, no shame.
Eesti Oma Mõte. See on see, mille kohta välismaalane ütleks, et ta ei saa aru, mis asju me ajame. Mis muinasrõivaste moeshow, mis värk?
Ja siis see kollektsioon, mille taustaks oli Ro:Toro lugu Hiidlase Vene Kamaaruška -
Austraalia ega USA supermodellid sellise liikumisjoonisega juba hakkama ei saaks.
That kind of a fashion show-dance performance would scorch the brains of Australian and American Supermodel-wannabes.
Täiesti oma moodi asi, või kas oma, aga teist moodi. Ja kolmandat-neljandat-kaheksakümnendat.
Original, different, something that flows to its own beat.
Rõivad on erinevad, identiteedid on erinevad aga labajalasaba on kõigil ühine.
Different folk costumes from different places all over the land, but the same music to dance to. the same steps. The same password.
Nägin ka sellise kollektsiooni ära, mille esitlusele Mindeluilmaskimuidueikutsutaks.
I also saw at least one collection to the presentation of which I would Neverevergetinvitedto.
2 itaallast või mingisugust eesreas arutasid aga vaid modellide kehamõõte.
And I saw two italian guys discussing the proportions of the models while everyone was engaged in taking notes of the use of national patterns in modern collections.
Ma vaatan seda, mis On Ümberringi ja tekib mingi Ahhaa!-tundmus.... mitte midagi pole laenatud ega panti antud, kõik on oma ja olemas ja seda ei pea panka panema, et ta intressi koguks.
What is that feeling, looking at all that is there? There is something in common for all of them...something I cant quite put in words. Oh - you know what? There is nothing borrowed, leased on lended. Nothing bought with credit cards, everything belongs to whoever you see using it and it collects interest without being managed by a bank.
Muusika oma, riided omad, tantsud omad ja tantsijad omad, saal oma, millegi eest ei olda võlgu, millegi pärast ei tunta hirmu, et sellest kohe-kohe ilma jäädaks. Keegi pole kriisis. Kuigi see näeb veider välja, ma ei tea, kas ma olen nii suures vaimustuses nagu võiks... aga mulle meeldib see fakt, et aetakse oma asja ja keegi ei kirtsuta nina ega pane kätt ette.
None of these people seem to be in any crisis, there is nothing that would make someone feel they´re about to lose it. Our own songs, our own dances, our own dancers, our own fashion, our own beat. That IS our identity. Although it is so odd... I dont identitfy myself thrugh the same things that are shown or how they are shown, but I identify myself through the fact that We Are Doing Our Own Thing And No One Is Stopping Us From Doing So.
Järsku hakkas kannel sürri panema (moekunstnike ühenduse kollektsioonide ajal). kas poleks lahe, kui mustrid kleidil muutuks vastavalt muusikale?
The folk instruments suddenly went crazy, because the fashion went wild. Hey, wouldnt it be great if the pattern would change according to what music is playing?
eestlased ei räägi? noh, asjad räägivad ju enda eest. mis seals´ikke pikalt möliseda. Onju, Mikko?Kel silmad pääs ja kõrvad pää küljes see jagab isegi matsu.
So, why are estonians quiet even when a foreigner has to turn his or her body language to maximum to get some kind of reaction from them? Well, you have eyes and ears dont you? Can´t we let things we do speak for themselves?
Ma võin tõlkida, mis seal toimus, kui väga vaja on....aga ma pean siis mesilaste signaaltantsu ära õppima.
I can translate what was going on...but I have to learn the signal language of bees first.
ma pole pilte-videosi leidnud aga kui komistan mõne otsa siis...
I have yet to stumble upon photos and videos of the event but...there will be.

Ja reisusihiks oli meile Rotermann

My felted thingies on a freaky fashion show

Bubbles, Ethical Estonian Souvenir/Design Gallery Tallinn

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