{"id":86,"date":"2016-09-30T21:24:53","date_gmt":"2016-09-30T21:24:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/index.php\/2016\/09\/30\/september-2016\/"},"modified":"2022-11-15T20:36:54","modified_gmt":"2022-11-15T18:36:54","slug":"september-2016","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/2016\/09\/september-2016\/","title":{"rendered":"September: Sketchbooks, Cobble Stones, and Solitude"},"content":{"rendered":"
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With the cobbled part of the street, I slow down a bit. I take notice of the old houses and small byroads, dipped in the blue hour of the evening, and I glance into a warmly lit restaurant window. It\u2019s empty, there is only one person inside, close to the window. The man isn\u2019t reading, he\u2019s not looking outside, he\u2019s not really looking anywhere at all. It was a very calm moment, and in the next one, I got shaken up by the cobble stones again. I cycled on, and asked myself: Was he lonely, maybe?<\/p>\n

For its larger part, September was spent in Augsburg, my parent\u2019s home town. I wanted to take a break from Berlin, get some work done, and use my newly gained freedom to read, learn to cook (haha, yeah, no) and fill my sketchbook. There are only a couple of friends left in the town where I grew up. But when I meet them, it\u2019s doesn\u2019t feel like we live 600 kilometers apart. My friend Viktoria asked me if I would still fill those black notebooks with snippets, poems and drawings, as I used to in school. I loved carrying the small Moleskine books with me, and really put effort into the \u201cideas\u201d, as I used to call the filled pages.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately, I had to disappoint Viktoria. Since I started studying design, my patience with notebooks got close to zero. My handwriting is poor, it feels like my drawing skills didn\u2019t improve over the years, and I just don\u2019t take the time to go through printed magazines and cut out the things I like or find funny anymore. Now that creativity is \u201cwork\u201d for me, the simple art of Scrapbooking<\/a> feels dilettante. And I don\u2019t like that. Remixing, editing and sorting the things you stumble upon is an integral part of the creative mind. I can still remember a lot of pages from all the old black books I filled, just because it took time and effort, and was actually fun to do. It was more than just a notebook with sloppy handwriting and messy sketches for sketches.<\/p>\n

However \u2013 I didn\u2019t manage to draw a lot. I watched some video tutorials on water colors after I visited my grandfather, wo enjoys doing it, but I wasn\u2019t very successful or determined. With my return to Berlin, I stumbled back into reality. Even though the city is so much bigger and wide-spread, it\u2019s also so much stronger connected. Everything is wired up and constantly buzzing. Next week, I\u2019ll have my introduction day at University, and I am excited! It\u2019s probably just me who\u2019s buzzing, to be honest.<\/p>\n

Things that caught my attention:<\/p>\n

Rebecca Solnit on being a writer<\/a>: \u201cFind your metaphors where no one is looking.\u201d I should read some more classic literature.<\/p>\n

On the other hand, I enjoy delving through Gregor Weichbrodt\u2019s corpus of work. He explores conceptual digital literature, for example with his Dictionary of non-notable Artists<\/a>, or B\u00c6BEL<\/a>, a mash-up of IKEA furniture-assembly instructions.<\/p>\n

A thought: Instead of in the woods, we\u2019re getting lost on the internet.<\/p>\n

Take some time to go to the woods though; autumn is amazing these days. Go with a friend, or maybe take some time for yourself to do so. Solitude is not loneliness, and it can be quite relaxing. Enjoy October!<\/p>\n

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With the cobbled part of the street, I slow down a bit. I take notice of the old houses and small byroads, dipped in the blue hour of the evening, and I glance into a warmly lit restaurant window. It\u2019s empty, there is only one person inside, close to the window. The man isn\u2019t reading, … September: Sketchbooks, Cobble Stones, and Solitude<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1206],"tags":[140,44,41,40,3,163,162,39,2],"class_list":["post-86","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-christels-corner","tag-140","tag-christels-corner","tag-english","tag-newsletter","tag-schreiben","tag-scrapbooking","tag-sketchbooks","tag-tagebuch","tag-text"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=86"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2979,"href":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86\/revisions\/2979"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=86"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=86"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/christowski.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=86"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}