In today's exercises (9/11, no less), we experimented with different ways of occupying public spaces, some of which made us incredibly visible and some others incredibly invisible. Robin's proposition affected the space of the tunnel completely: New sounds and new rhythms were established in the public space which sparked the curiosity of all passersby, some of which simply avoided us, others observed, while very few others, guided by curiosity, eventually took part in the practice in their own capacity. I think it was interesting to see how, after trying to generate this inoculated "bubble" around us, finding the woman in the photo cabin at the end returned us all to the unavoidability of the actual "noise" around us. The feeling of togetherness was, however, diminished during Stef's exercise in the galleries of the queen, where each of us had to find our own way of interacting with the space and the people around us. The experience changed for me at the moment when I began to hear Robin whistling, which made the trajectory smoother and more homy. The encounter with the police revealed at the end the limits of certain spaces in the city, which is not equally public or protected anywhere we go. During Maite's exercise, I walked around the square looking for an object of affection and wasn't able to find one, which made me reflect on the aseptic character of the space. People who come and go without dwelling, a micro-scenario of a mega-city where everyone is just in transit. In a way, I felt more the transit in that space than in the subway tunnel: it was a space that didn't belong to anyone. I sat there, with my bag, which at the end is an extension of my own body and without which I feel naked, and just observed. The man who asked me what I was doing didn't seem to understand the exercise, but I felt that there was a space within that no-man's land that belonged to me, as long as I had my little rug and my things arranged on it.

Yet, regardless of the specific character of the places, I did feel like they had become our own stage.

The Queen's Galleries...