Art, in all the wrong places

The narrative explores the complex emotions of returning to your homeland to see, possibly for the last time, an ageing parent. 

The salty air, the rocking of the ferry, all becomes sensory details that evoke the physical experience of the journey. Yet, beneath the surface lies a deeper turmoil, a haunting question about goodbyes and the fragility of life.

What is Art, in all the wrong places?

Characters who can't always be trusted. Because they often don't see the difference between sound and noise, between countryside and abandoned building, between fiction and reality.
I explore sound, speak languages and talk to strangers. This is my work.
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Awakening to an unfamiliar place.
Your touch lingers on the sticky armrest, the salty air hinting at the vast expanse beyond.
You find yourself aboard a ferry, the gentle sway beneath you a stark contrast to the turmoil within.
As the realization of your seafaring journey sets in, a flood of memories washes over you.
Your voice, a beacon in the midst of the churning waves, recounts your return to be near your mother. Each farewell, each departure, etched in your mind, a haunting question echoing in the depths of your being: "Will this be the last time I see her alive?"
The sea spray dances around you, a cold reminder of the uncertainty that lies ahead.
With no answers to offer, you close your eyes, surrendering to the rhythm of the waves and to the reassuring cadence of the voice from the loudspeaker reciting the safety measures for a safe crossing.