Portals into a kind of dreamscape.  An elsewhere.  Adaptability is using what you find.  Work with what you got.  Are you going to transition. 

 

 

All raw material is a place already, can you go somewhere else within it?  Exposed constructural integrity.  

 

 

Being able to feel it without being able to touch it, being forced to touch it, having it blow up too big to see all at once.  A site tipping into you, chewed up and spat back out.  Tripping over a place stumbling into you.  Roughly relatable shapes, a sign post, body, chair, gate, hole, the absence of a person brings out the life of a thing.  

 

But people need people

 

Markers of a place as place.  Half illegible characters.  Any size and rewritten any way through what surrounds them.  Gleaning. 

 

The air dust in the light, a leaking water trail, are not observational occurrences but evidence of some kind of action.  Some interruption or change, altercation.  Transphobic attack.   The collection speaks to itself through different channels.  Shapes reappear.   

 

Waking up confused when you were never asleep.  Amnesia fugue. Re-orientating. Mapping co-ordinates. Still kept in the dark.  Pinning down a thing, packaging it inside out. Empty space all the full thick material in it.  What makes- how do you, 

knows.   

 

Available to anyone but difficult to pick up.  Only backhanded direction.  Been here before. The promise of an information container. You have all the details but none of the article. Evidence is the thing. 

 

If you fell through a barn door backwards 

 

where would you come out?