Arrival in the building was trough a chnik in the wall as shakepeare would say, and the yard swamped with adolescants dressed like marlyin manson's babies. To set the scene few dogs where warefolfing aobut and broiken glass reflected neon signs and grafitti. As we entered girls in red coats on bycicles asked shyley and where is the thing happeneing, but being the only ones not attired in the uniform of decay and not knowing a good answer made them push their bikes back troguh the fence and run away. The manson babies looked hungriley at us, and had they just not had a rat barbicue would have without a thought cutt of our necks with a tin can rim.
Mladen got nervous too, started pressing buttons on a phone, but as the ony way out of this incubus was up, up the rickety steps we went and found an exhibition. In its dark holow was a giant penus shaped screw.. did they realise the dobule entendre..? Covered with lavander seeds. I was expecting pigeons to be hopping aobut pecking at the penus. But I suppse only one person obsesed with the organ could come up with such an idea, Philipa Horan had made a mould of her boyfirends body together with his unaturaly large penus, covered the whole sculpture with seeds and let pigeons to feast on the work, needles to say the pigeons favoured landing on the phalic branch of Johnny boy and pecking at it.
The rest of the rooms contained sculptures which where simmilar in their material, that is central theme of the exibition seemed to be "wood". Groups of men where walking aobut taking aobut the works being cleaver and than a saint appeared among the mortals. How can I describe a man one just wants to get to know becosue of the way he looks.?
He was a leather bound book cover with brown pages promising a trasure island map. The man had a wispy beard which looked like an tobaco stained-exploded star, out of which hung a smoking wooden pipe, framed in eeny-weeny girtty black teeth and tiny blue eyes, all held up by a body embalmed in a waxgreen jacket and tucked into high folk leater boots.
The Tanays wanted to know if the where English? "nooooo hohohohohohohoho hoho" He hooted. "im, Im ,im from Finland"I li li li lived in Starigrad in the winter and now go to sail sai sail the Baltic sea tomorow" Of course he sails I tohguht. Only men who know deep solitude and sea can look like this" So you are a sailor I exclaimed excited" "Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyesy yes. He agred. In stari grad i i i i i i made sculptures but i sail all all all all my life" Becky pointed out that he is everything I ever wanted, both an artist and a sailor . Oooooooho ho ohoho ohoh oho he chuckled like father christmas and than rosey at the cheeks put his pipe in. Here he is a sailor too I gesticulated to Mladen, and we are artists here" " oh hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo he quiped and put the pipe back in to the mouth. The men spoke aobut sailing, boat parts, and diffenrences beteen scandanavian boats and mediteranaoian boats so the hooting went on for a while. "
I sipped at my vine to prepare for speaking this seagul- morse code and awaited the exhaustion of subject to pounce. I am a collcetor of sailors. Of all body shapes, ages, and type of sails you see so long as they are unusual. This was a specimen not to be missed. I opened the page of memory dedicated to sailors with white beards and started the interwiew. His name is Sakari Koskenalho. He was born in Helskinki, but even when he was a poor booy he always had a little vessel and went to sea daily. Now he lives on a tiny island together with 30 other inhabbitants. To him a winter spent on the island Hvar was socialising, despite the island being infamous for being in winter exceptionaly quiet. Now the summer was comming. Yes he sails the Blaltic sea with his boat every year . Sakari has a plan - He wantes to sail the ocean and paint a painting a day and so documnt the whole journey in a book. So people do not use maps, but rather reffer to his paintigs to know where they are. Sakari and I aranged to meet next october on when he returns to island Hvar. When he started making noises aobut how he may come late becosue of the fixing of his boat, i threw in a treat." But in october my friend form Mexico will be on Hvar." "Oh is that so? the sailior man eye lit up with stye " oh ohohohohoh well well well welllwellwell I shall have to be there than"
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