Exercise 1

Writing – Friday 


Why do I write, why do I not write? 


I write to fix ideas on paper. 

Thoughts can move through the brain like through a sieve. 

Also, through writing I can give my thoughts a structure that would not appear naturally. 

I write to become smarter, to understand myself and the world around me better – also to understand the way in which my and other peoples thoughts flow. 

I think writings are thoughts but very condensed. Or that is what I think of academic writing.



Why do I feel obliged to write, but I am looking for instructions? 


When I write papers for university it feels like I am having a fight with myself in a productive way – in the best case but in the worst case, I am dragging myself down because I think my thoughts and observations are not that original and 

~ do not change anything~ . 

To be honest, I think I am struggling with writing because I think my subject – art history – is very much elitist. I am actually struggling with the purpose of writing papers for my subject and sometimes how to approach art history in general. But I also see that writing means taking responsibility and feeling addressed, when maybe I was not even addressed. I am inscribing myself into a discourse where I did not exist before. 



(I do not feel addressed because as a young women with a migration history coming from an Arbeiterfamilie I am marginalized and definitely not represented in the art historical discourse(?))


Writing again – Saturday


(coming soon) 

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