Arriving in new surroundings without knowing the customs or the images. Not being part of the collective memory. The only references are within oneself, one’s past and thoughts, still disconnected from the new environment.
Bit by bit, through observing, sketching and painting, a new reality is explored. Slowly zooming in provokes new aesthetic experiences. Images become more autonomous, assured and recognizable as much as alienated.
Things come together. Personal associations are shaped. This is what I know, this is where I want to be.
But when understanding, recognition and safety seem attained, meanings escape again. Nothing is what it seems. The search has only just started.
Time to move on? Heureux ici, pourquoi partir?