First there is nothing.
I mean there is a lot but there is not an expo marching,
the parade is not happening, the flying gallery has not landed.
And then we arrive with my black suitcase filled with pictures…
A Flying Gallery, leaving the white space, retaking the streets, leaving no trace.
A metaphysical trip through, what we call, the public space.
In every city the exposition became a performance directed by its inhabitants.
The parade-performances were captured, reprinted and brought back to the Nevada dessert to close the circle. Was this the end?
Last year Jan Beddegenoodts and the CAMELTOWN crew brought a flying gallery to Europe and beyond. A screening in your town, an exposition in your gallery or a photo in your living room? Feel free to contact us. Private screener and press file on request.