I’ll end with my very favourite moment in Augsburg. It was totally unplanned, unofficial and possibly rather illegal. If defined by was over and the White Wall on the side of the stadium was to be demolished at sunrise then there was clearly only one thing we could possibly do. I’m so glad someone managed to talk these mysterious figures into it…
Still with me? In the story so far I’m still in Augsburg and have spent six days making art in
I started my sixth day in Augsburg with beer for breakfast. Happily I wasn’t partaking in morning drinking alone as
By the fifth day in Augsburg the three artists in the White Room seemed to finally be feeling the effects
It might not seem as tough as building skyscrapers, gutting fish or working in a coal mine but being dropped
Sew. I don’t really sew. The art of brandishing such a tiny needle makes my neck ache just thinking about
So I’m dropped into the middle of a strange German city where I know no one and have very little
Zombielike I made it to the London’s not-so-Londony Stansted Airport this morning just in time to grab a cup of
Start spreading the news, I’m leaving in less than 24 hours… Tomorrow I’m heading off to the city of Augsburg
