For professional and personal reasons, I have lived in many apartments, and the fact to go quite quickly from one apartment to another made the sense of property something absolutely strange for me. I am acutely aware that an apartment is just a space I stay in temporarily and that there will be very few traces of my presence left after I leave. The consequence is a paradoxical feeling to be able to be quickly at home and at the same time the feeling that I don’t have exactly what is called home, which makes the limits between the inside and the outside unclear. This is reinforced by the fact that in the different countries where I lived it was necessary to adapt to different conceptions of intimacy: you learn that as a woman for example you are going to be observed, you hang up your laundry on a common terrace, you pass in front of your neighbor’s window to enter into your own apartment, you listen to the most intimate neighbor’s routine through the extremely thin walls.
Regarding the apartment that appears on these pictures two characteristics put it at the center of a rather intense sensorial experience. The first one was the common terrace with the clotheslines right in front of the kitchen window, so close that the clothes could enter in and you could touch them. The second one was the location on a main street (with an intense traffic of cars, taxis, buses, food stands during concerts, and even protests or religious processions) just in front of a public space where concerts and sportive events took place. As a result, all these external sounds impregnated the apartment, same as the most personal and intimate aspects of the neighbors, the clothes, colored it.The direction of theproject in process is reflecting the porosity between public and private spaces, intimacy and the banality of intimacy. It wants to question the always multiple ways to see something and be the testimony of the self multiplication of a space, and of the layers of (in)visibility.
