Things Happen When We Close Our Eyes
Some Thoughts on The Traveling Artist, Tourism, and Mayo Yonesho's film 'Wiener Wuast'
Taking the flâneur for a spin to the suburbs
"Given the scale, you have to walk to follow the dream... Real land/image/dream/real movement..."
At a market a found postcard and a 1950's printed dress came into my possession. On the front of the postcard there are three icebergs pictured at a distant location, on the back a lover's note to a beloved. The message evokes feelings of longing, proximity through the written, tensions between desire, escapism, and the shelter of the domestic. A visual and poetic narrative is played out in the haze of a travel fever...
