The other day I found myself back to the scene of the crime - Stockholm University. I had a brilliant time there back in the days, mostly within the institutions of Art history and Philosophy, and the other day I experienced a time-lapse that was a bit creepy: back in the very same seminar room, the same class with the same teacher I took 15 years ago: the project managing course.
The revisit was more scary than I first thought, and I was a bit nervous talking to the students, but now from the other side, the catheter. It must mean that I am somewhat grown up by now, and that shouldn't be such a problem considering I am middle-age and bitter. Thing is, I felt that I somehow needed to prove to my teacher -- probably the best teacher I ever had, Mr Lennart Palmquist -- that I now am a "real" project manager in the cultural sphere, and I had chosen to talk about the mistakes or the fuck-ups I've done as a curator/project manager, instead of my successes...Silly me.
Then, after this, I experienced yet another time-lapse, since after graduation I did a little bit of this and that, which also included that I was guest professor for a short Nordic course at the Art Academy of Umeå in the northern parts of Sweden, as well as curating (or rather project managing) the exam-exhibition of the MA students at the same academy. This was exactly ten years ago and somehow it feels only like four-ish years ago. This time around, I was invited by Swetlana Heger who is acting professor there, to teach a work-shop about critical writing. Never before have I encountered more eager students with such amazing energy! I am really impressed by Heger's work to improve the general competence at the school! And also, very excited at the possibility to participate in working with her and her students. Only thing not-so-cool is the temperature and the snow.
A selfie by Rafael Lozano-Hemmer's piece, The Years Midnight, 2014 at Bildmuseet, Umeå.