‘No longer were there individual destinies; only a collective destiny, made of plague and emotions shared by all.’ — Albert Camus, The Plague, (1947)

‘If they don’t give you a seat at the table, bring a folding chair.’ — Shirley Chisholm

‘The good citizen when he opens his door in the evening must be banker, golfer, husband, father; not a nomad wandering the desert, a mystic staring at the sky, a debauchee in the slums of San Francisco, a soldier heading a revolution, a pariah howling with skepticism and solitude.’ ― Virginia Woolf, Street Haunting (1927).

‘…it’s just begun. Six billion acres

under time, under stress and stretches

of content. Reserved for a duration.
Blue-green grid of constant revolution.’

Susan Barba, ‘Exhibit 1,’ Geode, (Black Sparrow Press, 2020).

“In a space where both construction and demolition coexist to form a void in the memory of the urban landscape, an awareness exists – out of necessity – to provide an essential continuity to the history of place.”

“Making art means for me creating spaces of (new) possibilities. Illustrating this train of thought, Along the Lines is an art practice making space along frequently travelled train tracks, in an otherwise impossible context, changing our daily train travels and illustrating the transformative power of art work.”