In Between, 2026

For the past year I have been waiting for something to happen. I don’t know exactly what. I thought I would recognize it when it came.
After this trip, maybe. After this exhibition. When I move. When I leave. Next month.

In the meantime, life became strangely full.

My apartment was always filled with sun. From the window I could see Marché Central. My friends lived five minutes away and we made dinner, went dancing, played very bad music. I bought a guitar and learned a few things. I watched films until morning, sometimes three in one night. For a while I thought I wanted to make cinema. I walked through Casablanca a lot.

Some days I felt completely visible and some days I felt like I was speaking to people from underneath the ground. They could hear me, but I was somewhere else.

At Marché Central I would sit and eat fish. The first time someone there remembered me I was surprised. Then they started knowing what I wanted, making jokes, calling me over.

Sometimes I was given free oysters. These very small things made me happy. Eventually I knew their names too.

I was becoming familiar with a place I was already thinking of leaving.

I think a lot of this year has been like that.

I was looking forward while constantly finding pieces of what I thought I had left behind. In painting it happened without my permission. I wanted new images, new ways of working, new questions, but an old gesture would suddenly appear. A body, a room, an animal, a landscape.

There were days when I didn’t particularly want to paint, so I started with colors I loved, almost as a way of tricking myself into wanting to stay with the painting. Pink, green, blue, red. If I liked looking at the color long enough, maybe something would happen inside it.

Windows started appearing everywhere. I liked that they could hold two places at once.

You can be inside a room and still look somewhere very far away. Sometimes I wasn’t sure if I was painting a window, another room, a painting inside the painting, or simply somewhere else. I didn’t really need to decide.