Being a migrant, ¿Will it be for life that eterism state caused walking without roots?. The cities begin to be all the same: your home, your place, at least one place you can be in. I imagined a nature that comes foward, that "invades" like that character, but above all, accompanies it. ¿Is that the status of the migrant? ¿Or is it to live forgetting? Go to a place without knowing, without seeing, just feeling. Being immune, inert. Be inside, live forward. Like nature, with a past so remote that it is almost imperceptible, although constitutive. Without understanding but without fear.
Project "Museo Urbano"
at Tornu Public Hospital in Buenos Aires, Argentina