Residency
23 November 2016

The facade of a house is the membrane, through which the public and the private is exchanged: How how we want to be seen, how the world sees us. The garden-fence still remembers its origin in the defense wall of the medieval castle, inside the fragile capsule of the private needs to be protected against a world which is thought hostile. I wander not more than a kilometer from my home, an invader who is stopped from prying by a street, a fence, left to guessing what is inside. This town was meant as a momentary resting-point on a journey to who-knows-where, no I’ve been living here for 12 years, the provisional arrangement has become permanent…