Foyer
Seba Kurtis was interested in the opposite poles of ‘migration’, a term whose contours are lost in the mirage of the horizon: the migrant allegedly in transit, in the camp, and the one who should have reached his destination, in his home country. But only one look at the accommodation in the camp and the willingness they show - for lack of other possibilities - to anchor themselves in the earth and structure a living space. Here at home, the refrigerators seem to be huddled together, each one weighted down by its own chain, as if they wanted to counteract a possible capsize. Here, too, the precariousness of the migrant condition becomes apparent again.
