Views of places where I lived, 26 in 5 countries, many are unrecognizable after so many years, some don't exist anymore. Disorientation I felt when leaving, I feel when returning.

Moving between home worlds, always nearly there.

'..If you got a place like that to go You just have to go there If you got no place special Well then, you just go no place special..' (Joni Mitchell "Overture - Cotton Avenue")

I am fond of maps. I often travelled. When I left it a place became a space again, and probably a place for someone else. Some places don't exist anymore, they remain spaces. I opften found myself mapping that space, between being rooted in one place and unrooted.