7 months on. Laying across my table are notebooks, papers, fragments, the small projector that pulled me, my body, across part of Europe…
On the wall an even larger piece of paper. New maps wanting to draw themselves out. I find a lists of things that drew me in, connected as I formed my journey. I read them now as for the first time and surprise myself, as I now enter a process of reviewing, making space for the unexpected.
‘Space, place, the city, the body, encounter, intimacy, border…did she slip in quietly or take territory, just for 4 minutes…how loud was her arrival? Quieter than being present perhaps…’
Alongside the quietude of the project, another voice seems to be emerging. In the meantime, ‘A film in my purse…’ has gathered interest…
