This exhibit generated conversations about the traits of males in society, and asked questions about how these traits are perceived as “masculine,” but are they inherently?
A much-needed conversation starter in a world still grappling with allowing boys the emotional right to cry, I had to step out of the exhibit and step back in again because there was so much going on in the pieces.
I didn’t meet my buddy, because he’s in Brazil, but I did attend the International Center of Technische Hochschule Köln’s KARIBU buddy potluck on Friday! The room was packed and the tables were full of food from all regions of the world. The idea was to bring something you would find on your table in your home country. So, what did a couple of students from the U.S. bring? Peanut Butter and Jelly. A classic.
It has been raining everyday since last Sunday, September 22, 2019. So long, summer.
Luckily, I was told about the waterfront on the other side of the river (in the area called Poll, though I’ve heard locals refer to it as Kalk, which is technically a further inland area according to Google Maps), that has parks, grass, trees, football fields, and even a beach with real sand.So the day before the gray set in, my peers and I, fresh to Cologne, set out to the Southeast of the Inner City to a walking bridge that leads to the other side.Watching out for geese droppings, we laid our yoga mats out in the sun at the corner of an out-of-play football field and relaxed with stretching and yoga.Then we walked further South and dipped our feet in the cold, cold Rhine, played games and absorbed as much of the last rays of sunshine as the sun would allow.
I stopped into Richas Digest, an art space in Cologne for the last day of “Into the Current.” On a rack outside, held a beautiful pink color, which were cloaks. I donned one and stepped inside.
The swirls, the movements of paint, and the fabric it was on reminded me of dancing. As I walked by, the sheer fabric with it’s paint felt the air going by and it showed by not staying still.
I walked around, and suddenly the direction the paint was going was the course of my life, and it was up and up. But, when I looked back through the fabric from the other side I did not like what I saw. The shapes were not as they had been, and frightened me.
I walked the other way, and I zig-zagged, with the white sheets with black paint forming different images from each angle, and I decided the only way to walk through was the way I had first gone.
Delicious fried fish, endless Kölsch, a variety of wares from clothes to wooden spoons, and even a pianist street musician filled Severinstraße with color and celebration on the third weekend in September.