ART DUMP

Kiki Bouba

Today the day is longest.

The light shines far and wide.

If you look towards the heavens,

the sun will blind you on sight.

He will burn out your retina.

He will burn out your soul.

The moon is sometimes empty,

Today is of balance and of moderation.

I will miss the dark nights that gave me sorrow and peace. I will curse the bright days that will burn away the shadows.

Every dusk and every dawn, day and night fight for the sky. Today the odds are even; a temporary truce.

Escape Civilization.

Shield Soul.

Capture Chaos.

Avoid Balance.

in the footsteps of Amy Liptrot (1/6)

Strausberger Platz

Friedrichshain

Coordinates: 52.518492, 13.428309

Access: Treacherous. Centre of a roundabout, four lanes of traffic, no pedestrian crossings.

Mission Report: There is evidence of inhabitation here: coal from fires, beer bottles and cigarette ends, spent fireworks. Midway along the grandiose Soviet Karl-Marx-Allee, at the start of summer, the great fountain in the centre of the island is being blown in the wind and the evening sun makes rainbows in the spray. Three other couples land on the island while we are there. It is not on the way to anywhere. People who set foot here do so either because the island itself is their destination or because they want to prolong their journey. Traffic islands are for lovers. They are scraps of free space in the city, uninhabited islands, romantic hideouts.

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.