3. Woche help* Residency mit Lucy Steggals

From London to Leipzig and back again. Locked out, breaking in, a new letter box, keys coming down from above on a string. A chance meeting with a lady who makes coffee for people on a bridge. On Saturday I sat for awhile on the front step but no one came. A smile, a wave a knock on the door, a new friend to walk with who showed me a building with windows made of doors. A boards in entrances, paintings on walls, elephants and dinosaurs looking down from above. Open windows and ivy filled doorways in graveyards. The Saturday Museum’s and I have been dangling our feet over the window ledge and sweeping the street entrances and exits continues…