Moving out moving in, the physical home of the virtual was replaced, my website moved to a new host a few days ago. I also relocated AGAIN, physically, at the same time. I’m in Vienna again; my room is a little cold and empty but online music fills and warms. skype does the rest.
I enjoy my current situation, maybe because I know it is temporary and short. Every day I build another part of my future home in my mind, layer by layer. I see a wooden plate in the street and collect it in my mind, I measure and count how many plates are needed for each wall. My eyes scan dumpsters for thick brown paper boxes, a great multi-purpose material. I write the email invitations for friends to join the building project, I buy the beers for the nights. I think about shade solutions for the donkeys, and to borrow a tractor from someone for the field. I’m wondering how the neighbors will react to the Bedouin shepherd and his herd grazing on this land. I also wonder; cement or mud for the outer walls? I make a list of tools I want for the workshop/studio. Oh, and the garden; how to fence it so the goat won’t eat the herbs… and olive trees? Yes, 5 will be enough for a yearly supply of oil. I’m thinking of the books to get and the shelves to put them on; how I construct almost everything from found material, from junk. I’m thinking about a veterinarian for the animals, about the paper-work to start the association, about the residency projects, the practicum’s assistants, the partners, the neighbors, the website…
I’m designing the lodges of the guests and thinking about the common laundry machine.
I’m thinking of my free time and of my future art-works, there.
I’m making notes, in my head…

For the first time I let myself enjoy these thoughts. I’m not just daydreaming uselessly. The process has begun. I am confident and happy with my decision, I’m regenerating my life.

And you… Will you join? Will you take me? Shall we build together? Who will you be?