Now I’m counting from one to ten. I say one…

The exhibition focuses on the transit lines of the endless dirt roads connecting Szeged and its border, which incessantly absorb parallel experiences, strategies of escape and coping, narrativity.

Astrid Csatlós processes her own experiences, her anxiety-inducing thoughts, by walking the roads where, since 2015, hundreds of people have been forced to flee at night from the wars and crises that have hit their countries.

All he can take with him are fragments of refugee life, lost shawls, broken mobile phones, everyday objects that have become unnecessary. But the ‘landscape‘ of abandoned items and broken–down cars is constantly changing as he travels, as these items are dumped in the depths of the dumps every week.

The other, the adaptive crumbs of the life of the stranger, the fugitive, intersect with the artist’s own traces, interspersed with symbols, in order to re-territorialise and rehabilitate this transitional zone, which obscures identity, through the transformative gesture of artifact salvage.

With his organically pulsating, sacral-rhetorical effect, he makes the memory traces accessible to individual and collective memory, thus creating an “imagined” community between the obscured presence of the refugees, himself and the future visitor of the exhibition.