Lore Smolders


I search for a language which guides you in a space. In which doors open themselves.

Clear instructions.

A map, a direction indicator, watching indicator.

In which two spaces have a conversation.

A language which walks, observes, describes, draws, collects, installs, removes.

A language which plays with pictograms. Which is not a language anymore.

To articulate the irrelevant. To map the invisible.

Trough the eyes of an ethnographer, architect, voyeur, tourist.

Or a language which stands in a queue.