I take this early in the year to wish you all a very good year 2008, and to thank both the team Doual'art who greeted me during those two months and surfers who followed me and supported throughout the journey.
This little blog called digital interface that allowed me to share with you the developments of this improvised adventure, has been a precious umbilical cord. She represented the means to translate and convey my emotions live, which I avoided in many cases the hassles of an internalization too tight.
I would close ce blog dédié à ma résidence en vous disant que je travaille à présent à la mise en forme de ce matériel textuel et photographique, en vue d'une petite publication du type de celle qui avait été faite avec Charles pour la résidence 3rs@Bucarest . Je vous tiendrai au courant ici même de l'avancée de ce projet. En attendant je vous encourage vivement à parcourir à nouveau, (pour ceux qui ne l'aurait pas fait avant), les archives de ce voyage, et je voudrais également vous inviter à m'apporter vos dernières réflexions, vos ultimes commentaires, qui pourront également alimenter et enrichir la publication à venir...
Pour ce to follow: either directly on the blog (remember it is not necessarily required to register, check "comment> anonymous" and it works, what does not prevent you to sign your contribution). Or write me directly by email to fredkeiff@free.fr
Finally I encourage you to visit http://www.3rs.fr/ to find collective projects (under development) and http://www.exyzt.org/ .
For the final note I would like to put in the ear or the eye, which has been one of the first agreements of this story. Remember this little poem I wrote before leaving, while I was far, far away to imagine what awaited me when I could see in the palaver tree a beautiful theoretical idea that symbolic evocation of an old tradition ...
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A seed plate fell into the asphalt of the city.
The rainy season has germinated rust.
A metal shaft has now grown. End
powerful but it has built its roots and its branches slender
To build a network space.
A shelter for men, a place for discussion and exchange,
reflection and meditation.
A building with no door, all open to the world.
Here, no air flow, or parochial.
Here is Africa, land of the freed men. Already
the branches were covered with a plastic flower.
enamel and glass chisel in the light of bluish.
They are all represented.
They stand under the tree they planted.
The palaver tree
Tribute to Bongongui of Bonambapé.
Keiff Frederick, residence in Douala, Cameroon, 17/10> 20/12/2007
you soon
Frederick
