Art, in all the wrong places

A woman arrives at Melbourne Airport after a 24-hour flight from a frozen Berlin winter. The reunion she has been counting down to is moments away — and something has shifted. This is a quiet interior portrait of a traveller caught between the momentum of a decision already made and the uncertainty that surfaces only when the moment of no return is finally here.

Created for Cities and Memory

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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24 hours on the plane. Couldn’t wait to land. And yet…
She is exhausted and overwhelmed, and yet…
It was minus degrees Celsius when she left Berlin, on the plane they said that the temperature in Melbourne was what, 33 degrees? She should be happy about that, and yet…
It has been three months since she last saw him. And how long have they known each other for? Three and a half months altogether? Hasn’t she waited long enough to reunite? And yet…
She is not so sure any more about that wild passion, frantic letter-writing and desperate long-distance calls.
She left winter behind.
The immigration formalities are dealt with much too quickly, she follows the river of excited people approaching the luggage carousel, so eager to step out.
She doesn’t know any more whether she’ll recognize his face.
She is standing in front of the carousel but she ignores her luggage, when it approaches on the revolving belt.
She should be grabbing her oversize luggage and step out to meet him, certainly eager to see her, and yet…