Photographs, earth, shells, postcards and 20”03’ looped sound work.
Shown as part of New:Defence, Coalhouse Fort, Essex, UK, April 2018, curated by Gemma Padley.
“He wasn’t really from anywhere. You might say he was a sailor. He was in a little boat just off Gibraltar when we saw him from the yacht. He was making distress signals. We picked him up. That was how it started. He’d deserted from the Foreign Legion three days before. He’d escaped in a rowing boat. He’d stolen it. He was wanted by the police, for murder.
Am I looking for someone? Yes and no.
We pass Casablanca, Rabat, Tangier, and the straits draw near. The water imperceptibly changes colour. The Atlantic gives way to The Mediterranean.
One's always more or less looking for something, for something to arise in the world and come towards you. Him or something else.
Malaga, Almería, Cartagena, Séte, Marseille, Monaco, Livorno, Napoli, Palermo.
Am I waiting for someone? One's always waiting for something.”
Extract from looped sound work. Monologue adapted from the novel The Sailor From Gibraltar by Marguerite Duras.