"Every day people follow signs pointing to some place which is not their home but a chosen destination. Road-signs, airport embarkation signs, terminal signs. Some are making their journeys for pleasure, others on business, many out of loss or despair. On arrival they come to realise they are not in the place indicated by the signs they followed. Where they now find themselves has the correct latitude, long-itude, local time, currency, yet it does not have the specific gravity of the destination they chose.They are beside the place they chose to come to. The distance which separates them from it is incalculable. Maybe it’s only the width of a thoroughfare, maybe it’s a world away. The place has lost what made it a destination. It has lost its territory of experience.Sometimes a few of these travellers undertake a private journey and find the place they wished to reach, which is often harsher than they foresaw, although they discover it with boundless relief. Many never make it. They accept the signs they follow and it’s as if they don’t travel, as if they always remain where they already are." Ten dispatches about place, John BergerGiungere al posto verso cui i segnali ti hanno indirizzato per accorgerti quanto sia diverso da come te lo eri dipinto. Sensazione di smarrimento. Però è lì che sei arrivato, ci sarà un senso. O forse no. Decidere se rimanere o proseguire il viaggio......Painting: Eva Madsen, Development
