Transit

The transit area houses serial works and a lounge. Here, all works are displayed that have little to do with the photographs from the arrival area, but have not yet made the leap into the abstraction of departures.

"Faceless silhouettes respect the need for anonymity. Or: I could be you; you could be her or him. We could all be others and, incidentally, ourselves. A terrain for actors? Transit is the area of calculated loss of identity between arrival and departure slots. We look through a window in time: all of this would have been possible. Unfortunately, we are usually in a hurry.

Loneliness in transit? At most, limited solitude. You can still see it in them, you can already see it in them: the embrace with which they were bid farewell, the embrace with which they are greeted. Many work here in the dream laundry. A few get stuck.

Transit is also, or perhaps precisely because of this, a place for all those without a stampable passport, without a visa that can be stuck in, a place of lost origins or homeland or with fluid identities. Welcome to Amnesia!


A place made for poets. 
Transit is a place for all those who are brimming with compassion, with a doubting, scrutinising view of themselves, who let the undefined work for them.

More sense of possibility than sense of reality. Isn't that right, Mr Musil?"

Till Heene, July 2025