Tuesday 12:48 p.m., I suddenly see a light-blot moving across the table and then across the floor, continuously back and forth. I grab my phone and film what I see. I am disrupted, where does this constant movement come from?
I make a drawing of this jumping moment. Archiving it.

In this same period I investigate images of migrants past and present, which makes me feel confronted again with the memory of my own childhood, in which I missed a fixed place, was ever on the move, back and forth.

Something clicks and I decide to make a video of my drawing, the film fragments of the light-blot, add text and sound, allowing these elements to enter into a dialogue. I give the drawing a guiding role. In all my drawings, one from countless moments is examined and fixed. In this video, the drawing also has this role. As a resting point. But the drawing also actively participates in the continuous stream of film images and text, and thus has its own say. For the text I draw on my own experience and captions for photos of migrants on there way, for the sound I make recordings of birds on the road.

The result is an interweaving of personal history, chance and ever-persistent movement.