GALLERY WALLYWOODS
(KREUZBERG)
Berlin, 2004 - 2006 / See also Wallywoods overview
Opening night at the first Gallery Wallywoods in Kreuzberg with Nikki Sudden (1 November, 2004)
From the blog
"After collecting dog-eared boxes of OLD STUFF last week from bedrooms and cellars across Berlin, arranged the wonderful, obscure and useless contents flea-market style here at the new GALLERY WALLYWOODS under the banner BILLIG ABER KUNST (CHEAP BUT ART)
Sold a couple of sketches. Mr Nikki Sudden kindly dropped in to play his special brand of Nostalgic English Drug Ballads; kindly brought a small entourage of giggling teeny-groupies, and kindly agreed to play again on Wednesday, 24th (first date in the calendar of a string of such pleasure evenings, I hope. Am planning at the moment a two-weekly turnover of exhibitions plus the odd event - the odder the better - so CONTACT ME if you can DO SOMETHING UNUSUAL). Another girl Nikki impressed went off to fetch her flute and together they looked as cool as they sounded in their little white jackets, here in the quaint streetlamp-lit Schaufenster, where the computer is now very publicly set up.
Technical bod Thomas Heger was the first to arrive and instantly gave the plotter a big thumbs-up, injecting new hope into the idea of running it from this pc. He then proceeded to chalk arrows on the paving-stones outside leading to the welcome mat (found in a skip on the day I moved in); but didn't take my advice and draw them as far as Bergman Street where the real yuppie-scene traffic is, three or four corners away. Better than that, he documented the whole evening through a cute digital camera. Australian Lady Gaby popped in - I hope she'll perform or read from her book here, kicking off the reading evenings. She did something once at the stupidly named Friends of the Italian Opera, the English language theatre around the corner, and describes them politely as a bit tightly-knit. Shall work on a buttery poster to hang there, however, and steal a little custom.
Bob, Paul and Stef swung by with crates of beer and sound-system, a much appreciated surprise, but were impossible to budge after the place had emptied and kept a splitting headache company till the sun came up. George, who dreams of doing Manfred if he can remember all the lines ("Here George! Do it here..!"), passed out on the sofa beneath one of my two thin blankets, so neither of us froze - but neither were we cosy. Fxxcking freezing. Haven't got the heating on and the temperature, in tune with the clocks going back, has plummeted.
The idea of throwing up a thick curtain and running a private bar is tempting of course, but needs careful consideration after the night's drunken bickering.
Slept most of the day, went shopping for tea-bags and instant coffee and had an Indian. Surrounded for a change by excellent eating places.
Paul H. returned with a mega hangover to pick up the gear and puked outside. Bob and Stef are in better condition, apparently. They're all off to Krakow (the one in Germany) tomorrow.
I, for the time being, am confined to Kreuzberg. Visiting hours are weekdays, 4pm till 8pm.
First rent money (85% of my social benefit) due tomorrow. Spent most of it yesterday on toilet paper, sticky price tags and Mr Sudden."
Below: various events, 2004 - 2006.
"After collecting dog-eared boxes of OLD STUFF last week from bedrooms and cellars across Berlin, arranged the wonderful, obscure and useless contents flea-market style here at the new GALLERY WALLYWOODS under the banner BILLIG ABER KUNST (CHEAP BUT ART)
Sold a couple of sketches. Mr Nikki Sudden kindly dropped in to play his special brand of Nostalgic English Drug Ballads; kindly brought a small entourage of giggling teeny-groupies, and kindly agreed to play again on Wednesday, 24th (first date in the calendar of a string of such pleasure evenings, I hope. Am planning at the moment a two-weekly turnover of exhibitions plus the odd event - the odder the better - so CONTACT ME if you can DO SOMETHING UNUSUAL). Another girl Nikki impressed went off to fetch her flute and together they looked as cool as they sounded in their little white jackets, here in the quaint streetlamp-lit Schaufenster, where the computer is now very publicly set up.
Technical bod Thomas Heger was the first to arrive and instantly gave the plotter a big thumbs-up, injecting new hope into the idea of running it from this pc. He then proceeded to chalk arrows on the paving-stones outside leading to the welcome mat (found in a skip on the day I moved in); but didn't take my advice and draw them as far as Bergman Street where the real yuppie-scene traffic is, three or four corners away. Better than that, he documented the whole evening through a cute digital camera. Australian Lady Gaby popped in - I hope she'll perform or read from her book here, kicking off the reading evenings. She did something once at the stupidly named Friends of the Italian Opera, the English language theatre around the corner, and describes them politely as a bit tightly-knit. Shall work on a buttery poster to hang there, however, and steal a little custom.
Bob, Paul and Stef swung by with crates of beer and sound-system, a much appreciated surprise, but were impossible to budge after the place had emptied and kept a splitting headache company till the sun came up. George, who dreams of doing Manfred if he can remember all the lines ("Here George! Do it here..!"), passed out on the sofa beneath one of my two thin blankets, so neither of us froze - but neither were we cosy. Fxxcking freezing. Haven't got the heating on and the temperature, in tune with the clocks going back, has plummeted.
The idea of throwing up a thick curtain and running a private bar is tempting of course, but needs careful consideration after the night's drunken bickering.
Slept most of the day, went shopping for tea-bags and instant coffee and had an Indian. Surrounded for a change by excellent eating places.
Paul H. returned with a mega hangover to pick up the gear and puked outside. Bob and Stef are in better condition, apparently. They're all off to Krakow (the one in Germany) tomorrow.
I, for the time being, am confined to Kreuzberg. Visiting hours are weekdays, 4pm till 8pm.
First rent money (85% of my social benefit) due tomorrow. Spent most of it yesterday on toilet paper, sticky price tags and Mr Sudden."
Below: various events, 2004 - 2006.
Photos: Thomas Heger and Nathan Wright.
