Monthly Archives: October 2009
NOT RE-DESIGNING THE COMMUNITY NEWSPAPER
One of the tibetan managers of LHA (www.lhasocialwork.org) who is also the editor and designer of the free monthly community newspaper “contactmag” (www.contactmag.org), asked me whether I could re-design the magazine and teach him some filter tricks to make it look more funky. I think it’s just perfect the way it is. I declined. Oh [...]
DOING SOMETHING USEFUL WITH MY LIFE, FINALLY
I am helping Rinchen and Yangzom, 2 girls that work for LHA, the organisation I volunteer for, to improve their (and mine) Illustrator and Photoshop skills. Today, we fixed 2 posters for some fundraising in the US.
For the nerds: they are used to first make a layout in Excel, then save it in Paint, then [...]
TWO LOVELY PICTURES
basically the only 2 picture book views I could find so far. and I don’t intend to look any further really.
left is view from some restaurant in mcleod and right is the garden of the tibetan institute of the arts.
JUXTA POINTS IN DAILY LIFE
One of the many contradictions I’ve come accross the past 5 days is that understanding them is a tough cookie that was not baked for me. Like for example here in the exile-tibetans capital, in McLeod Ganj, North India, in the lap of himalaya, the young exile tibetans make a big effort to look extremely [...]
HE WHO CAN DANCE CAN JIVE
what a great goodbye I got from the music corps of the police of mannheim city today. a pretty correct abba medley. conducting is one sexy profession. make swing not war! I love to watch people doing something they’re thouroughly trained in doing. automatic gestures have something fascinating. like the guy counting money in hi-speed or the pizza man rolling [...]
SELF-PORTRAIT AS VIEW OUT OF MY STUDIO IN THE HARBOUR OF IJMUIDEN
Early morning October 22nd. The day I moved out and left for India to return to Amsterdam in January. Apart from providing space for my thoughts to echo outside the race circuit in my brain and being ridiculously beautiful in summer, this place taught me to appreciate central heating and isolated walls. oh silence and solitariness, my dear friends, the oceans are fished-out.