The need to reunite. The time has come. Getting out of the virtual world, skype sessions, scanned sketches and long distance calls might be difficult. Leaving the daily routine is full of anxiety mixed with refreshing excitement.
Maya is on her way to join the rest of the group in Warsaw.
Flying from Tel Aviv to Berlin, she was urged to face the new habitat for the upcoming two months. The studio was easy to fit the suitcase: PC station, external hard disc, sketch book, few pens -- those are the tools of the nomade designers we happened to become. 'Only 23,5 kg , miss' said the nice worker at the airlines counter, when Maya came to check in her luggage with no hidden hesitation.
Flying from Tel Aviv to Berlin, she was urged to face the new habitat for the upcoming two months. The studio was easy to fit the suitcase: PC station, external hard disc, sketch book, few pens -- those are the tools of the nomade designers we happened to become. 'Only 23,5 kg , miss' said the nice worker at the airlines counter, when Maya came to check in her luggage with no hidden hesitation.
Arrivals, departures seem to be locked in some kind of constant loop. Will we ever get bored with those eternal voyages? Once you move you get the distance and perspective, disconnecting and unrooting, ctrl + alt + z, formatting your head. When you eradicate yourself you do not belong anywhere. No frontiers, no obligations, no roots, no dependence.
Pure sponge.
Just absorb and transform.
