9 to 5, January 16th
It's working. I did not want to get up this morning. I did, though, took a shower but didn't bother to shave, put on my suit, had breakfast and left. Was there on time. Tired, although I've had enough sleep. Now I'm sitting here, contemplating what I'd rather do. I am going for another cigarette. I am bored.
Costume II: Manpower - I was wearing everyday clothes
In 2004, I was commissioned by Manpower and the German Post to make a piece about human communication in a period of transformation, about missed opportunities and ephemerality. No: I was hired by Manpower to work for the Post in the dead letter department at Frankfurt Airport. I was hired for three weeks, but fired along with my co-workers after one week because we couldn't return the amount of letters a day that was required. We were told a number on the first day, I don't remember what it was, but we did never even get close. Most of the letters we had to return to their senders were either adressed to people that had died, or, less frequently but still quite often, to places that didn't exist anymore: Karl-Marx-Stadt, Karl-Marx-Universitaet. I usually don't like my art to be that symbolic.
The Room Next Door: Open Access Life Drawing
Today I peeped into the room next door. There is a sign saying Open Access Life Drawing. I am claiming the status of art for what I am doing. This is very much a given considering the environment I am doing it in: an art school. While this morning I complained, now that my working day is coming to an end I have to admit to the luxury of what I am doing. There are no material needs behind it, and who would care if I didn't come to work tomorrow?
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