Yesterday we went to the Frankfurt Book Fair. It was nothing like I imagined. First of all there were 7300 exhibitors in a complex of buildings that sort of looked like an airline terminal complete with moving walkways between buildings. We went directly to the artists’ book section and spent the day there. Most of the work was either a facsimile of an historically important books complete with gold leaf installations or books that were more about letterpress and fine binding than content. Less that half a dozen booths of work close to WSW. I am really glad we did not decide to participate. Also there were very few non-German exhibitors. I guess I thought it was an international show. It appeared that the few international exhibitors we saw were there to sell the rights to the German distribution of their publications. But of course since we don’t speak German, we might be mistaken about this.
Now we are back to the Printing Museum and Tana is gluing tick prints to the columns in the main entrance hall. They’d sort of rather we waited until after the dance party this weekend. it is hard to actually figure out what really goes on here. There are almost no visitors. One guy lives in a corner of the studio where we print. Actually there is no place for us really, the one computer connection is on an empty desk on one of the machinery floors. We seem to share that space with random people who come to “work”. There is no spot for us to work in the studio either. Each time we go to print we need to clear an area. It feels a little bit like we are in the movie “The Incredible Lightness of Being”.
The best part is the couple who manage the Ziegelhutte(tile hut) where we live. They are charming, arty and just a pleasure to be with…”the sun goes away we open the wine”. Their house is filled with really quite interesting art. The husband, Irwin has hung the exhibit there, and has done a fabulous job. He has these magnetic frames that are great. It is the best exhibition site of the three. The show opens this Sunday and after the formal initial lecture (Herr Professor has already come to talk to us about the work) we retire to our living space for snacks and good company.
It has turned cold, snowing not far from here, so the biking is a tad less fun. Although it has rained almost everyday anyway, so the biking wasn’t really that exciting. Boom boom Kellner slipped on a dead pigeon in the road as she was trying to pass some walkers. She could have just rung her little bell and they would have moved**. Now we are shopping for band aids. Bikes are always ridden on sidewalks here. There are even lines down the middle outlining the walking and biking lanes. The cross walk signs have a bicycle and a pedestrian on them.
We have discovered the middle eastern grocery, which is quite separate from the German grocery, and Tana has finally found Chili Chocolate.
And a short, but topical addition from Tana:
**not true, I did ring my little bell to no effect (Tana)