us up at the Golden Rider to take us through the borough of Neustadt.
The various competing drivers greet each other with a handshake. We're
all wearing sunglasses. Dirk Lange, responsible for organising the
trip, tells us that the changing rooms at the riksha und car hire
centre remind him of the duty drivers' room during his civil service.
While they are waiting for customers "they talk about their mountain
bikes", explains Dirk. We ask our riksha driver if business is
good. "Can't complain", he says, "the tourists can't
get enough of all that cultural heritage in the city." His main
job is as a body guard. The cycling is like paid fitness training.
Margit says she has no intention of going in a riksha. Iara says she
enjoyed the trip.
Urba space in Dresden: conserved or gentrified
Performance with spot_off (Kathrin Krahl and Heike Ehrlich)
Krahl and Heike Ehrlich give a lecture in the local Community Centre
about Neustadt's gentrification. Kathrin brushes back the curls
of her baroque wig charmingly.
After a Bulgarian salad, Ivaylo Ditchev wants to know why German
women so seldom wear skirts?
Culture of visibility: urban media and the public
Yavor Gardev (theatre director, Sofia):
The Democratic Concept of Beauty an Visual Anarchy in Public Space
Ivan Moudov (artist, Sofia):
MUSIZ (Museum of Contemporary Art, Sofia),
Fucking Good Art (independent no budget art fanzine, Rotterdam):
Do it yourself!
Next we concentrate on
taste. Javor Gardev has classified elements which exemplify popular
taste in Bulgarian housing: castle-like, triangular, ship-like,
romantic ornament, cosiness and folklore. Rightanglular forms like
those used as an expression of a modern society in both eastern
and western post-war town planning are avoided. By the way: middle-age
castles are out, luxury castles are in.
„There is no underground in Sofia because there is nothing to be under
now.“ First Ivan Moudov shows a video in which he is regulating
the traffic at a crossing in Vienna dressed as a policeman. He explains
that he had no problems with the real police when they eventually
intervened because "I don't speak any German". In a second
video, he and seven friends are seen driving round the same busy
round-a-bout for 20 minutes, creating serious traffic congestion.
When the police arrive there are no problems, Ivan explains, "because
they didn't speak any English, like in Vienna." "Wrong,"
says Luchezar, "In Vienna you didn't speak any German."
In his third video, Ivan is opening a fake museum for contemporary
art in a station in Sofia. A lot of important Bulgarian artists
turned up, says Ivan. "Ambassadors came too, obviously attracted
by the golden invitation card."
Nienke Terpsma and Rob Hamelijnck of Fucking Good Art inform us about
cultural practice in Holland: " In Holland, if you've got a
good idea the first thing you do is write an application. Imagine
how much energy and fun that costs!"
From the World Trade Center balcony we watch the sun set again.
Hot air balloons drift past. Our group smokes.
Culture of visibility:
urban media and the public
Pavel Braila and Lilia Dragneva (artist, film director) for ALTE ARTE
TV, Republic of Moldavia:
ALTE ARTE Showcase: Art on TV & TV on Art
in a discussion with Kerstin Boettger (manager of Dresden TV)
moderated by Christiane Mennicke (artistic director of Wild Capital
/ Wildes Kapital)
the evening Pavel Braila and Lilia Dragneva present Alte Arte TV,
a magazine about art and culture produced by artists shown twice
a month on state television in Moldavia. Kerstin Boettger and her
husband give us an insight into how they run the private local channel
Dresden TV. The discussion centres on formats. Then there's a bit
of friction. Initially triggered by the sound track for one of the
Alte Arte clips, frustration then spreads about arrogant, evasive
or unappreciative reactions and about a form of TV in which everything
is done "the way TV always does it". Should you be polite,
is there any point in talking to people you don't rate, is it ok
to criticise the Moldavians? A tête à tête is
set for the following day.
By the way the Bautzner Tor pub remains a fond memory for me. The
men played billiards.