Carla Novi
b. 1982, Mexico
There’s someone walking. Sometimes with a sense of direction, sometimes without it…but always in search of a solitary corner. When this body finds it, a word emerges; at times it takes the form of a scribble, at times it takes the form of a voice, and the word is followed by another, and another, and another…and then the body leaves and starts wandering around once more; sometimes with a sense of direction, sometimes without it…but always in search of a solitary corner.