All places exist somewhere…
between the inside and outside views of them
symbiotically related to a sense of displacement
a kind of intellectual property, a place for non-
belongers to belong, their own corny backwater flowing
from tributaries currently stagnating in the boondocks.
Memory, delimited, is part first-person, part collective
stratified, each view a palimpsest of serial sensitivity
to place, a topographical intimacy, emerging from half-
forgotten sources in the puckerbrush, invisible to visitors,
cartographers and New Deal government policy.
Imagine further back, scanning down city dwellers to
woodsmen, the terrain of childhood (in temporary exile)
to penetrate lives, memories, sift them through a local
filter and bring new material. Avenida Vieja
the adobe ruin next door might have been a stage stop.
Transients bring fresh eyes to the place they landed,
kinetically becoming part of the landscape of handed-
down history, offering four layers of meaning, much of it
intimate. Foreignness (a variation on the Exotic Other)
holds unexpected familiarity, borrows from rooted imagery
in photographs, recollections and oral tradition, content
routinely favoured over form. A sense of place, the dirt
with tall grasses growing up between the ruts of everyday
life; specifics redefined as ‘universal’, a state of mind
rather than a place on a map (often unrecorded).
Source:The Lure of the Local: Senses of Place in Multicentered Society by Lucy Lippard
Image, my own taken at the Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice, Drap i cordill (Rag and String) Antoni Tapies