Tomorrow we are off to Heidelberg to see Agnes Richter’s jacket at the University. They have agreed to get it out of the archives for me. The thought of being there with her jacket is very emotive. She was committed to an asylum in the 19th century, unable apparently to run her own life. She was a seamstress, she used her skills to stitch Gothic text inside and outside her clothes, I like the fact that she also redesigned her jacket to make it more fashionable in her eyes. A form of armour? to ward off others, to talk to herself about…….very little of it can be read, some has worn though, her sweat has rotted the wools in some places. She talks of cherries and prison guards.She died there. Her number was 583……{I am not a number I am a free man….The Prisoner…….} I will be a prisoner of my language skills, I speak no German.
