by moshe cohen | Nov 23, 2017 | From the Road
airport bound fukushima minamisoma destination from splendor to devastation? on the way to the airport a cow quartet lush grass banquet white and black easy eating repose green grass mouths diamond heart chewing. no small irony that Fukushima is the ultimate...
ITE #3. Alpo Koivumäki and his Alpon Savaani. Finnish Contemporary Folk Art Take the gentle 2 lane highway that swerves out of Karvia's undulating golden wheat fields, through forests of innumerable tall trees for some twenty kilometers, hang a left turn and look for...
On my day off from performing in the Jacobs Dagen week in Pietarsaari, I head up to Kokola on an ITE pilgrimage as I have heard that there is a museum there dedicated exclusively to ITE-the Contemporary Folk Art movement in Finland. Indeed there is such a place in...
One never knows where the winds of this Mr. YooWho's Summer Holiday Finnish tour will lead. One of the first performances is at the wonderful Vanha Savu Art Gallery in Merikarvia, an older wooden fish smoking house lounging the tiny little harbor. Turns out my show...
At the "Change Your Mind" festival in Oosterpark in Amsterdam last weekend, a group of Tibetan monks created a Sand Mandala and then swept it away. I arrived late afternoon and caught the sweeping away of the sand...
I was inspired by a recent visit to the Gold museum in Bogota, a truly amazing collection of artifacts from history. Paticularly intriguing were the bird-men displayed. Most of them had these round noses. According to numerous American cosmologies, the...
Human Pyramids !! In Catalonia, one of the great traditions are the Castellars, the clubs in many towns that sport teams who climb towards the sky. I have been so lucky to witness these teams in action during major "Firas" and "Festas", big celebrations/festivals...
The small town of Amersfoort in the Netherlands. A street theater festival in the late 1980's. the English Street Theater group Desperate Men have a theater piece moving through canals and streets, there is a small rowboat, and a mobile fountain, a not necessarily...
A search through boxes of 5 by 7 black and white prints that are stacked high on shelves behind this keyboard have lead me to numerous old stories. With the goal of sharing a few, here's one from my Clowns Without Borders journeys in Kosovo in '99, I'm busy...
Warsaw. October 24th, 2007 Morning. The ride out turns into cobblestone roads past urban country railroad tracks, there is rust in driveways; a forbiddingly long railcar hangar scarred with dark overhanging; a graveyard pit where heavy ancient wrenches cranked and...