As days are getting shorter you are setting out one last time to catch life before it’s hibernation. You stroll the streets of this unknown city to find something you can relate to. All you wish for the next weekend is to spend it like back when you were a kid, when there were still so many things you couldn’t explain and therefore amazed you even more. You go back home to find that warm feeling in your stomach in the old living room. You can see the smoke crawling out of the chimney from the house you grew up in. You arrive and you are nowhere but there.
MINT is back from summer! We had bright days and dark nights, warm baths with cold drinks, colored guitar tunes paired with angel voices.
Here are some of our moments, we like to share with you. New work is in progress and we are looking forward to an interesting winter with many fresh projects.
Good you're back too!
You always had trouble concentrating, ever since you can remember. You read "death of a salesman" back when you were 15 and imagined what your life would be like with two sons of your own. Would you take them to church these rare days you’re not away on business? You’re late for work as it is, and there’s hardly time to appreciate how the city unfolds beneath you. You wonder what that guy you saw playing at the bar yesterday night might be doing right now, then your phone rings.
Then you moved to that place everybody has warned you about. People ask you if their necktie is in the right spot. You say yes, without knowing what the right spot for a necktie actually is. She wrote her number on your arm the night before, call when you're around.
A change of place, a change of pace. Trying to catch the right wind, not to crash into one of those annoying skyscrapers. Put on a nice shirt and show up at work, put oilskins on and climb up into the rigging, put sweatpants on and stay at home. The people in the subway won’t mind whether you’re with them or not. Rome wasn’t build within a day and neither was Athens, you think to yourself leaning over the sink, trying to get these red stains out of your shirt.
When summer ends you hold for a second and feel the sun again. Longer days, you were outside and when you were working it didn’t really feel like it. The same song played over and over again and block for block memories build up. With the sun and the warmth gone you flip through images, remembering that no matter where you were, the sea was always close.
See, frame, capture, repeat. For quite some time now. Rushing through the world, trying to keep your eyes open and your mind set on getting further on.
Now: Time to rest. If only for a moment. Looking back at what happened so far, what cought your eyes, attention and hearts. Trying to make sense of the masses of moments that you decided to take with you.
This is us, this is what we saw, this is where we start. Hello, we’re MINT.