Today I used up the Felix Gonzalez-Torres paper handouts doing quick scribbling sketches of ideas; this to the end of having three drawings on paper that I won't mind exhibiting at the blütenweisse gallery, in ten days time. So far I have one I like, one that could be possible, and several maybes. Manfred and I are in discussion over the stretchers, I've asked him to write a note in German specifying exactly what I need, especially that they should be made deep enough so that the linen canvas when being painted doesn't show stretcher bar marks.
Since the biking around Berlin was such a pleasure yesterday, I've asked if the Milchhof bicycle could be fixed up for me. The other admirable thing I noticed about cycling in Berlin is that not only is it safer for the cyclist but also the ferocious concerted stealing of bikes that occurs in London, Amsterdam, Montreal, you name it, doesn't apparently happen here. This in a city with twenty percent unemployment is almost unbelievable. I have seen no D-locks, only those plastic coated wire cables that last about four seconds before they are hacked through elsewhere. These cables also are not necessarily fastened around steel poles but often just immobilising the wheels and left propped up. Mind boggling to a cyclist more or less resigned to having to replace stolen bikes from time to time.
