Nomadism has enjoyed a certain measure of popularity in recent years, be it through
bodies in motion, networks that allow us to achieve a degree of ubiquity, or exportable multiculturalism. All this seems to suggest a kind of “lite” nomadism: a lyrical, joyful nomadism, if you will. My project will visit the interstitial spaces of that nomadism. Beyond, or beneath, the myth of the mobile artist lie stoppage times—empty spaces to be filled between two journeys, two meetings, two spaces of being. With no home port or escape route possible, non-spaces reveal themselves: anonymous cafés, corner tables where one can spend a few minutes, an hour, nearly. These are the spaces that interest me. Being neither a stranger nor a resident of the neighbourhood, I am no one when I am in those spaces. My state is inbetweenness. Suspended. Waiting. Nothing.


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