I Am From Reykjavik
It’s simple really. I come to St Helen’s, I find a spot, I build myself a shelter, I take it down. Another day I try somewhere else in the world.
I’m trying to feel at home anywhere. I want to know what is required of a stranger in a new city and what is required of a city when the new arrival appears. There are questions about entitlement, identity, belonging, freedom, home.
Part sculpture, part protest, part ceremony.
The invitation is to witness me and your neighbourhood. Come and go, pass by, stay – it takes me a while. See how well St Helen’s’ and I meet.
It seems that someday soon we may all have to find elsewhere to live, how will that go?