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24/11/2020


Extract from Sybrig Dokter's research:

Quest for an archive

As I was getting a bit stuck in deciding which archive I would want to work from, I started with something that has been lying around for some years now. In the 80ties my partner and me were hiking along the Alte Via 5 in the Dolomites. Between Rifugio Bajon and Bivacco Musatti we lost the path and got ourselves on a ridge with a considerable drop underneath us, just holding on with our fingertips. We weren’t able to go up and certainly not down. We easily could have fallen, or frozen into inaction. Somehow we maneuvered ourselves to a ledge that was a bit wider and where from we had the possibility to move up again to where, in the end, we did find the marked path.

Sybrig's note1

We took photos from each-other on the other side of the pass when we knew we were safe. So I took the map and the photos in an attempt to make sense of that feeling. To cut through the time that passed and look into that memory.

Sybrig's note2

It didn’t lead me to choosing it as an archive but the thought of travel and displacement brought me to the action of walking and walks.

‘The walk’ as an archive.

In a project that I initiated and that took place in Minsk (www.lavadans.com) I invited people that lived in a certain neighborhood, to take me for a walk in what they considered to be their neighborhood and talk to me about their memories and thoughts while we were walking. We left traces while we were retracing their past and memories. It created a multi-layered narrative from different angles.

Sybrig's notes

At this moment it is still unclear to me how to let the experience of walking spill out from my own references and have it latch on to or be taken over by other narratives.

I will start by walking.

Sybrig's notes

I have thought about walking as moving from point to point: the repetitiveness; what it feels like in the body; what surroundings one walks in; various types of hikes. The long one, the everyday one, the special one that needs preparations, the one in solitude and the one with others. To leave and to return. Exertion, wounds, sore muscles. Rooting and up-rooting.

Walking as leisure or walking because you must.


5/11/2020


Extract from Anna Jakobsson's research:

Om mitt arkiv

Jag kommer att jobba med fläckar på Kungliga Operan i Stockholm. Jag vet inte riktigt hur än. Men jag har massor av bilder I huvudet. Och ljud.

Min pappa har jobbat på Operan i hela mitt. Han fick fast anställning i orkestern samma år som jag föddes. När jag var 2 år satt jag med i orkesterdiket under en föreställning första gången. När jag 19 var ett av mina första jobb som kaféflicka och jag ansvarade för pausservering. En öppnande jag så manga småflaskor Henkell Troken i Gulfoajén så att jag började blöda.

Jag fantiserar om att fråga alla manliga hovkapellister (det är orkestern på Operan) om jag skulle kunna få deras svettiga gamla skjortor men jag vet inte om jag kommer våga. Ju svettigare desto bättre och gärna med ringar av saltavlagringar som sträcker sig flera år tillbaka. Kanske kan jag sy ett lapptäcke av det. Eller något annat mer användbart.

Min bror, som spelar tuba precis som pappa, har fått i uppdrag att tömma sin instrumentventil på en dagstidning i några månader. Sådana tidningar som liksom blivit till stelnad pappersmassa fanns det gott om vår källare när jag var liten. Jag har ingen bild på det än, men det kanske kommer.

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1/11/2020


Extract from Alva Willemark’s research:

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27/10/2020


Extract from Anna Knutas Blomquist's research:

Anna's notes

Archive of beloved garments and memories of the already worn

Dissecting, exploring and uncovering the real and symbolic insides and what we can not see

The touch and sensation of different materials in the hands and on the body


28/08/2020


Extract from Marta Forsberg’s research:

Wytomyśl is a small village in west central Poland. It has around 500 inhabitants. Its very close to Poznań - which is the city where my mother was born, and where our family used to travel every summer to visit my grandparents, aunts and unkels and all the cousins.

My grandfather was born in Wytomyśl, and I decided to choose his childhood home as the starting point of my inquiry, more specifically the fruit garden that is connected to the house.

Map Wytomyśl