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