A temporary structure built from oriental-like carpets; their identity as blurred as mine. Out of them, I created a shelter, a protective space that I could take with me from place to place to try to understand myself. Where do I belong? Has what I has taken become mine? Does the structure really provide security or only the illusion of it? Does the city really provide security or is it too just an illusion?
Inside the temporary structure, a sound work operates in a meditation-like process. It regulates thinking, seeks to breathe and formulate a worldview, while at the same time also rebels against what we hold most precious. In a flow of prayer, the work creates a weave of contrasting emotions, like the weave of a tapestry – the warp and woof threads examining reality, raising questions about existence in this land and the power of words to effect change.