Friday, January 9
Living alone is an entirely different experience. After five weeks I've got used to it. I got used to coming home and just doing my things. I try to avoid negative thinking. It doesn't help. Bad mind a go carry you nowhere - Etana.
That blue portrait of myself I received as new year's greeting sent by the artist pipilotti rist followed by the words: Wish you a wonderful year, heaven on earth!
Thank you.

Monday, January 19
I am about to plan a new project, kind of fundraising for an art centre in Gambia. That idea came to my mind approximately one month ago. When I woke up in the morning crying I decided something should be done. I immediately booted my notebook and started to write a petition. But then, after I had finished my letter I hesitated for a moment and went through my memory. I remembered that fundraising was not something to be carried out just in five minutes.
On the contrary, I knew I had to do it thoroughly. From sketching my statement to verifying the layout and designing a reasonable budgeting I should present a pleasant paper. Ok, I know what I have to do. That is good. But I also have to do it! Since then I've gone up and down and even got sick. But I never lost my idea. Though slowly, I begin to get more insightful about it talking to friends.

Monday, February 2
It's only by chance that I get that fortnightly rhythm sometimes. But, because I work in a museum and museums are closed on Monday here in Switzerland, it's actually my free day.
I finished my work mobiles and cleared my table from pens and pencils to fill it again with books and papers. While reading about the African Art Discourse as a matter of course I stumbled upon names like Okwui Enwezor, Simon Njami, Achille Mbembe and Sarah Nuttal. May their spririts help me to realise our Gambian Art Centre.

Saturday, March 21
I am back from Gambia. Whenever I talked about my idea of an Art Center it was received with cheers. They said there should be a lot more institutions supporting fine arts apart from the craft markets, where you see always the same kind of sculptures and pictures. Also the tourists start to get bored of them. The Gambian artists should free themselves. As should I myself. Too many doubts in my head that block me from being creative. Now I am back I know what I missed to do. For example to make a proper picture of Jappeneh Records Studio who gave us a good sound system show on the beach and compiled a bunch of CDs for me.

Sunday, March 29
The Woman who can
To talk about inner thoughts always bears a certain risk. You allow people to see you. But with her, she felt too much hurt. That's what she wanted to cry out. Her wounded soul was bleeding. She needs lots of love and when she cannot get it she is always about to injure herself to make her suffering visible.
But she never does it.
You know, when you trust somebody, but you are misleaded because of selfishness you not only feel exploited and humiliated, but run dry of all your tears. There is nothing to say, only pain. She trusted him and then she was devastated. Her head dropped on the floor with her eyes closed. She was wishing for an endless sleep. To be free of those dreams which never come true. But fortunately life was stronger. When she opened her eyes she tried to calm down, and chased evil mind away. She tried to believe that there was no ill intent. She got back her trust and knows what she has to do. She is on her feet again. No sense in rebelling against the truth. She rescued her own soul finally. Nobody will ever forget this. Her niceness. Nobody will ever take her kindness for weakness.