Vesprem

Prayer group - Sometimes there is a group that meets in the piano room. They set up portraits of men in turban and sit around the portrait to pry in silence with closed eyes. I saw Gregory pray with them. He speaks very good English. He is in charge of the inter-net at the public library.

Vesprem - bus rides to Vesprem is filled with sunflower fields. The cemetery with the yellow ocher building. I went to Vesprem many times. I return there…I don’t know what drew me to it. We go there for paint. Art supply was hard to acquire. Jenine heard there was a paint store. At breakfast, she asked me if I wanted to go. Then Daniel followed. We were not sure where to get off. Daniel saw a large sign that said, “PAINT”. I got off there. There is a store that sold only wooden objects. I am fascinated with the wooden bowl.
Miwako was determined to go there. We walk together to the bus stop and I board the bus with her. We talk for a while. She wanted me to give up the seat so that an old lady could sit. It was so crowded that I could not. I was upset with her for suggesting. I had intend to sit and talk with her as we had done on a previous trip. We said good-bye to each other. I climbed on the return bus immediately to meet Zsusanna.

Posted on 8.23.2001 at 12:00 AM

Pannonhalma

Pannonhalma – On the Bus to Gyor, we took bet on when we would get there. We took bets on when Langelo would return from Budapest. Butterflies accompany my pilgrimage walk to Pannonhalma hill. At the bottom of the hill, two men driving a wagon, full of ripe melons, drawn by two horses.
The lady at information told me to get on the Celldomath train at platform four. This train supposedly would take me to Balatonfured. I got on the train but was confused, afraid that I had board the wrong train which could take me anywhere but the Lake. So I got out. The train leaves. I went back to the information desk. The lady informed me that there would be no other train tonight. I panicked and took a taxi back to the Zenieskola. My taxi driver is large. He wrote down the distance beforehand. It was 200km. It would cost me 20,000 ft. He barely fit into the small seat. We did not talk much. When we pass Pannonhalma, he point to it and said its name. He had missing lower front teeth. He would slow down when I was taking pictures of the pastures. Szusanna told me that is half her monthly salary. She makes 40,000ft a month, which is $137.93 USD

Posted on 8.23.2001 at 12:00 AM

Inspried by music

Zenieskola - Our works were inspired by music. We did our paintings at the Frence Janos Zenieskola (music school).
Every morning, a piano player plays music. At noon, he would go to draw portraits of tourist for money.
We heard these notes and waves of sound that would be incorporated into our artwork. I made a sculpture that look like a musical instrument. We try out composition on the black board lined for musical notation.
At night I would listen to Schubert’s piano pieces and “death and the Maiden”
Memories are pressed between these notes and later released here at the lake.
The zenieskola has a rhythm of its own. At noon the trumpet player toots his horn. Arias emanating from below my dormer window along with the morning bird calls.
In the evening, the xylophone players practice his monotonous simple pieces that drove us crazy. Busloads of musician from Belfast play at the lakefront. Musical instrument transported in strange shaped, and ominous color through the Iron Gate. Men came by in mopeds and bicycles. The ever presence of owl hoots near the studio. At night the warm winds rattle the thin tiles. Sometimes there would be silence that accompanies the setting sun against the Red Church.

Posted on 8.23.2001 at 12:00 AM