10.10.24 – 20.10.24, #164 Layla Morando, "I am the passenger"

I am the passenger. I stay under glass. I look through my window so bright – sang Iggy Pop in 1977. The passenger's perspective fills the glass corridor. Passers-by walk in and out, looking in and out. Morando is one of the passers-by.

During her two-week stay at MAP, she tries to bring together the places she passed in recent months into one space. Change and a plane ticket in an inside pocket, a bag from the supermarket, a façade colour or street smell. In this sense, the MAP space functions as a vide-poche, an outlet, a stopover under glass. Or to put it another way, a gradually growing and associative imprint of impressions. Types of chairs, layers of glass plates and loose objects she collected along the way pile up and mingle with the va-et-vient that is the glass corridor, to the rhythm of Pop. Singin' la la la la la la la...