I am not a river,
nor am I anyone’s fault.
Forgotten their places,
their past and the every day.
These are my mirrors,
my reflections, my thoughts.
So many pictures,
too fast to hold.
A portrait in an old frame,
beloved, from a long passed away.
A family home.
And the fools laugh,
their judgment withheld.
Trying to understand,
the human mind.
Annemarie Cecilia Thea Braunsteiner, Untitled
Austrian, b. 1967, playing from Nelson, New Zealand
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Thoughts on the Telephone process
Difficult – not letting my personal view of the understood message have an impact on my translation.
Enjoyable – to study the work I was given, exploring the layers and the message that was somewhere there, finding a resonance from where to work from.
Questions – mainly how to decipher the message, what part of the work I was given translated into my writing/poem. How to transform and forward the message I got to understand.
Insights – first, that playing Telephone did not have to do with me liking/not liking the work I was given, but rather to focus on what was in front of me and what was there as a message. It also gave me the insights on finding a way to describe with a different medium another person’s artwork, what I find valuable for my own work. A third person's view of some sort. In that way the process felt like being the audience for a while – looking at an artwork as the gazer, for an example, visiting an exhibition – is there a correlation between the artist statement and the work? And how is the statement translated into the body of work? ‘Statement’ in playing Telephone would mean the ‘message.'