<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513052404165561188</id><updated>2012-02-25T10:57:37.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia 2012</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgia2012night.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513052404165561188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgia2012night.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Che Kevlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12712986593519756122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ukGIb8ypY0/S0oHr4hgYQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/bPrFJvT_WgM/S220/che.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513052404165561188.post-334778240209878223</id><published>2011-12-19T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:37:49.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the concept</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3eArkmLJSs/TpGKpG9GCTI/AAAAAAAABfY/fWzEfGbB9nc/s1600/nostalgia_2012_009.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3eArkmLJSs/TpGKpG9GCTI/AAAAAAAABfY/fWzEfGbB9nc/s320/nostalgia_2012_009.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nostalgia 2012&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reflecting on childhood, adolescence and adulthood, I attempt to  challenge an understanding of self, the nature of others and the effect  influential figures and surrounding circumstances have on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Join me on an intense physical journey back and forth through a  defragmentation of memories, times and places. Celebrate the stages of  identity, shaping a life willing for change and a strong sense of  self-continuity. A personal, surreal take on what Nostalgia means  through an abstract landscape of dreams, no-regrets and fortunes. A  search for the self in a broken society, regardless of how we got here,  faced with the impossibility of having a better past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;If you would like further information about the project please email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:info@projectionofcircumstance.co.uk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;info@projectionofcircumstance.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513052404165561188-334778240209878223?l=nostalgia2012night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513052404165561188/posts/default/334778240209878223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513052404165561188/posts/default/334778240209878223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgia2012night.blogspot.com/2011/09/self-continuity.html' title='the concept'/><author><name>Che Kevlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12712986593519756122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ukGIb8ypY0/S0oHr4hgYQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/bPrFJvT_WgM/S220/che.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3eArkmLJSs/TpGKpG9GCTI/AAAAAAAABfY/fWzEfGbB9nc/s72-c/nostalgia_2012_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3513052404165561188.post-4284722340708961701</id><published>2011-11-18T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:47:35.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; when I couldn’t look at my self in the mirror and face what I had become. I once wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“when do we really stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, even if it is just for a moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;within ourselves to take stock, reflect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and replenish?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; By projecting the past onto my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I found a voice which relieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; some misunderstood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tensions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; which hid inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;surfacing of emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; makes me feel liberated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, touch me, select a year and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;activate a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; of yours or mine. Reflecting on childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, adolescence and adulthood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; I attempt to challenge an understanding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;of self, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the nature of others and the effect influential figures and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;surrounding circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; have on us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have at times felt a yearning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; continued to struggle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;with my present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and remained frightened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; of what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;may bring. How do I choose the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; to leave unimportant things behind? Nostalgia consists of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;‘Nostos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, a Greek word for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;‘return home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; ‘algia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; a painful physical or emotional condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A friend told me once that our homes are inside of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is this really true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Join me on a journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; back and forth through a defragmentation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;of memories, times and places. &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Celebrate the stages of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, shaping a life willing for change and a sense of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;self-continuity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. This is an emotional and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; response to the very word Nostalgia. A personal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;surreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; and collective take on what Nostalgia means through an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;abstract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; landscape of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; no-regrets and fortunes.&lt;/span&gt; A search for the self in a broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;society, regardless of how we got here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, faced with the impossibility of having a better past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCE-8NY35eI/Tta-DidZ6BI/AAAAAAAABi8/ehVuRy_aZuU/s1600/montage" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCE-8NY35eI/Tta-DidZ6BI/AAAAAAAABi8/ehVuRy_aZuU/s640/montage" width="608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3513052404165561188-4284722340708961701?l=nostalgia2012night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513052404165561188/posts/default/4284722340708961701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3513052404165561188/posts/default/4284722340708961701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgia2012night.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflective-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Che Kevlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12712986593519756122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ukGIb8ypY0/S0oHr4hgYQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/bPrFJvT_WgM/S220/che.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HCE-8NY35eI/Tta-DidZ6BI/AAAAAAAABi8/ehVuRy_aZuU/s72-c/montage' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
