Translated By
15.01.2011 – 09.02.2011
Architectural Association Gallery
36 Bedford Square, London WC1B 3ES
Private view event on 14 January 6.30–8.30
Curators Charles Arsène-Henry and Shumon Basar
You’ve entered the room. It looks empty, silent. Vinyl text on the wall, like an album track-listing. Writers’ names instead of bands.
You’ve been given a black pamphlet and an electronic device connected to a pair of headphones.
You’ll put them on. Pick a number. Press play. You look for the same number on the walls. You find it. Next to it, an image. Beside there is a seat. You sit. On a beat up office chair dredged from a river. You listen. And you start travelling. You’re on Atlantic Avenue, between Nevins and Third. It’s Brooklyn. 1971.
The voice stops. You go for another track, another chair, a different place. Now on a little stool, you follow a six-year-old girl’s voice in your ears. You’re lost in the Sheraton Hotel. An Aztec spaceship in Doha’s desert.
It will last for 11 tracks. Through Tripoli, Brixton, Ramallah. Sofia, The Metaverse. Ardennes forest. A garden.
Until West Vancouver. Where the world is ending.
NB I have a text, a small excerpt from In Ramallah, Running 2010, in this show and publication in happy company… details to follow.
I’ll also update during January 2011 with news on the book itself as it progresses towards publication which is now scheduled for October 2011.
NOTES FROM A FRUITSTORE 
i like it