Dividual Notebook

Dividual Notebook: An Exchange 2016-2017, a web-based collaborative project by Tobias, Jean-Louis and Brigit, catalogues work based on on their personal experiences of settling abroad, and their thoughts on what “home” means to them. Here a selection from the Notebook Series. The full project can be seen at www.notebook.dividualnotes.com

The Most Precious Thing See mmore about this work
All I Need, A Roof Under My Feet See mmore about this work
Drifting See mmore about this work
Keshcorran See mmore about this work
No One and The Others See mmore about this work
Depayesement See mmore about this work
The Others See mmore about this work
Passengers See mmore about this work
Inside the Checkroom See mmore about this work
Frozen Home See mmore about this work
The Lane See mmore about this work
No One And The Others See mmore about this work
Maps See mmore about this work

A Slack Rope

I travel from place to place. I settle for a while. I am settled, for the moment. I think about travelling to new places and also places I have been.…

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Passing Through See mmore about this work
Diverted Traffic See mmore about this work
The Wire Fence See mmore about this work
To Didou See mmore about this work
Leave the Door Open See mmore about this work

Landmarks

These streets are familiar, the cobblestone patterns and manicured roundabouts, and the people zipping past on bikes, chatting and quarreling like birds...

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Falling of the Ladder See mmore about this work

Keshcorran

Our house sits a few miles south-east of the mountain, Keshcorran. Viewed from this direction the mountain is a lopsided mass, like an over-ripe pear or a scoop of ice-cream…

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Leaving Arriving Departing Returning See mmore about this work
No Safe House See mmore about this work
Homebird See mmore about this work
Homeland See mmore about this work
A Slack Rope See mmore about this work
I Won’t Be Long See mmore about this work
The Uncanny See mmore about this work

The Wire Fence

You move less. You hover by the wire fence. The other children maul and romp. You watch the ground, scuff gravel, step a little dance between the pieces of flattened…

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Home Fiction See mmore about this work
Stir See mmore about this work
A Familiar Place See mmore about this work
Heading Home See mmore about this work
Come We Don’t Stay Here See mmore about this work