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Installation view, RIBOCA, Riga International Biennial of Contemporary Art, Latvia, 2018
Excerp from the sound:
“A foreign body arriving to a new city, it did not seem to exist. But then, little by little, as a developing photograph, becoming part of something, belonging once again.
From day to day walking the same streets, looking for references, looking for water. My stories were condensed at the bottom of the river, they were moving smoothly, transforming with flow. The water was fluid and blue, cold and transparent, wavy and deep, but also reflecting. On the surface, I saw reflections of memory, but it wasn’t my memory, it was someone else’s.
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In my class, there are 34 people: 1 Afghan, 1 Kosovar, 1 Italian, 1 Polish, 1 Brazilian, 1 Albanian, 1 Greek, 1 Croatian, 1 Mauritanian, 1 Dominican, 2 Spanish, 2 Colombians, 2 Syrians, 4 Turks and 13 Bulgarians. All as one, we would repeat A, B, C, D, E, F, G, Je m’appelle... Je t’aime... Je t’aime...
Once again looking for words, maneuvering between broken sounds, learning a language. Once again as a child, looking for how to tell a story within limitations.
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In the park I would look for green, I would take a picture of green almost with anger. It was one of the cities where I used to live while waiting for spring. ”