
Our flight stops off at somewhere called Riga, and I’m sitting here thinking’ Riga, where the hell is Riga? When we did arrive at Riga we got lost looking for our Russian transfer, and the staff were shouting our names over the PA to get our arses there and we finally found where we were supposed to go. The plane to Russia was a 40 seater with two propellars. At the Airport, Arkady was there to meet us.


He took us for coffee at 2 am and then to a hostel that reminded me of a commune I was in when I was younger.

Ade introduced his language tool to people at the hostel, something I have named the Welsh Computer (Ade is Welsh). This is a piece of Welsh slate and a stick of chalk.

Wake up first day in Russia, Ade is photographing everything in the room. The place we stayed in has a bordello above it and you can watch cctv footage of whose going up and coming back down. St. Petersburg is a very beautiful city. It is very big and everything looks very old. We used the metro for the first time, the escalator goes down for ages and all the architecture in the station and the design of the trains is very classical. The concentration is on design rather than what is practical. Travelling round is very difficult as the Russian alphabet has 36 letters and half of them are completely alien to me (no English translation here) Walking around the centre we saw someone selling kittens in the street…

…and a couple of young lads doing acrobatics in front of cars in the road

Our first meal was in a traditional pancake shop.Ade ordered a couple of salads. He was telling me how nice they were and that I should try them myself. When I told him they had chicken in he seemed a bit surprised, and he suddenly got ill. He says meat makes him ill, I wonder if he would have been ill if I had never told him there was meat in it.
OSW brought three groups - from Madrid, Paris and Budapest - to visi TFA’s art workshop at Union Chapel in North London- we had a discussion of the festival - audio here. The conversation is between Csilla Horváth and Sebo from Fedel Nelkul and Jo and Ade from ten feet away.

Just a quick blog link to Fedel Nelkul - this is the Budapest Street paper. They have an online gallery of artists and poets work which is well worth a look. click here to go to their website.
So - this website is officially launched and here are the photo’s to prove it.
Click here to go to our news section with all the rest of the launch photos
Animation Click for smaller version (900kb) or here for LARGER version (2mb)

Ten Feet Away.
I live in a park in Tokyo. I was asked to send a message to your website. Performance from Tent City Tokyo - this is a big .mov file about 5 megs. click here for video
Misako Ichimura
Thank you for the opportunity to get involved to the festival. We wish the movement of international homeless festival could spread wider across the borders. -
about Koe to Kotoba to Kokoro noHeya (the Room of Voices Words and Hearts=Cocoroom)Non Profit Organization Cocoroom have made efforts to introduce social issues to the public and we have specialized our activities in art. In our headquarters Cocoroom located in Shin-Sekai region, Osaka in western Japan, we have unique guests everyday such as artists, homeless people, handicapped people, people Not in Employment, Education or Training, and people who have difficulty to be socialized.
Cocoroom has been the place we can talk face by face, and that have created a lot of interesting art projects under the question “How can we become socially recognized?” Each of those movements are small, however, we hope it would give each person a warm embrace of heart to achieve wisdom of life.
What can I say? she is adorable, I’ve known her for four years now and she always brings you good feelings. I thing there is so much we could learn from people like her… but well, let’s not get in the middle of it. Last Wednesday we talked about art, dreams and experiences, PLEASE CLICK HERE to listen to a brief interview with Charmian, hope you enjoy it.
And the painting…

February 27, 2007 – 5:40 pm
Trucking and trunking
tracking, ducking and docking
as crssoing the hill into the valley
They are making their tea in the evening
oiling the chain that locks the door
combing curly hair till its fine
where the hare runs and turns at his will
The clock goes an such a slow pace
yet the time is allways on time
straw and thatch hats
gaiters and gates
left unlocked in the dance hall
Latin and ballroom
taping and jiving
horn pipe and jig
They don’t give a dime
PAX FAX
John Sheehy 07