The Green, Aberdeen

When you read these lines, it’ll be roughly 400 years since the man named Indian Pete has passed. The history books tell us, this wall that you are seeing in the picture, “is one of the oldest in this grand city [of Aberdeen]. It had formerly been a part of an old townhouse known as Aedies House. Built around 1604 and finally demolished in 1914 it held a dark history. Believed as it was to have been a holding house for children stolen off the streets to be sold as slaves in America. […] Around 700 children would be kidnapped from the streets. Their fate, to be kept in holding houses like Aedies until there were enough of them to transport.”

Someone told me that a bagpipe was played every night, to drown the screaming of these doomed kids. Who knows really, but the one story everybody agrees on is the story of Peter Williamson. His parents “reputable though not rich” sent him to live with an aunt in Aberdeen. In a cold night in January 1743 Peter was kidnapped while playing on the quay. With the age of 8 years, he was abducted to America as a slave, and sold for 16£ to work on a plantation.

I’ll spare you the details of his gruesome return to his birthplace of Aberdeen, since you can now easily look it up online. And I tell you in advance it is a story of deep desolation, describing the cruelty of the so-called “discovery of the new world” and the horrors of slavery connected to it. But it is also a story of hope. And, as his clumsily chosen name suggests, there are Native Americans involved as well as the final return to Scotland which, however, left him “banished from Aberdeen as a vagrant” for telling his story.

Ultimately, Indian Pete was able to make a living from a succesful tavern he ran in Edinburgh, for poets and lawyers. But until this day, his story haunts the Aberdonians. Another local whispered to me on the night i took this picture, on the staircase that leads up from The Green to buzzing Union street, that him and others had seen, from afar and late at night, children in nightgowns sitting on precisely these stairs.

Museumsstraße 3, Bingen

For that years edition of the sculpture Triennal in Bingen named Nature and Beauty I was invited by Andre Odier, Lutz Driever and the Gerda and Kuno Pieroth Foundation. In the Landesgartenschaugelände along the magnificent rhine river valley many  bronze sculptures and kinetic installations can be visited. Thanks for this magnificent stay!

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Ulitsa Metohia, Sofia

Sofia

We went to a neighbourhood called Fakultete. Here you find none of Sofia’s historical buildings but beautifully self-crafted homes. Like a different city, maybe a whole different country, and, with horse-carriages passing by, also a different time.

Within a couple of minutes after having started, all the kids of the neighbourhood took notice of us and joined. 

 

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Ulitsa Parizh, Sofia

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A question I get asked frequently is if I know who takes the patches out. I have multiple of these people on tape, and you would probably be surprised on who these people would be. This security guard from across the street ISN’T one of them. When I left he crossed the street and took the patch out on curiosity. I approached him and took the picture because I was amused about his initiative to leave his post and check out my work.

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Church St. George Rotunda, Sofia

The city now called Sofia was established in 5 BC or earlier, under the name of Serdica and gained much importance over the centuries due to its central positioning in the balkan region. Over the course of time it was under the reign of the Romans, the Ottomans, the Huns,… just to name a few.

This is the Church of St. George, build by the Romans in the 4th century. There had been some debate on social media about whether or not this was disrespectful towards the believers. The priest however just walked by us as we were in full action and didn’t mind.

Place de la Cathédrale, Lausanne

Every year there are many interesting live acts and remarkable bands to come play their songs for the Festival de la cité in Lausanne. That one year, the they invited me to come play with them. Unfortunately my camera broke, but thanks to all the photographers who let me use their images here!

Photos: Olivier Wavre

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Fotos: Loic Chaussin

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UN Buffer Zone, Nikosia

Cyprus

I didn’t grasp the full impact of the ’74 Turkish invasion in the north of this island in the eastern mediterrenean. Cyprus has been divided since between a government-controlled area, comprising the southern two-thirds of the island, and a north third de facto administered by the Turkish. No country recognizes the “Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus” other than Turkey.  Around the city center, lays a starshaped citadel. Inside it is divided by these walls:

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C-Mine, Genk

Welcome to C-Mine in Genk: a Coal Mine, transformed into a Cultural Mine transformed into a part of Dispatchwork. Thanks to all the kids who worked with me very patiently.

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