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PODZEMKA, RU
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RADUGA, RU
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SUPERNATURAL, NL
SUPERNATURAL, NL
GASCOLAND, NL
GASCOLAND, NL
BIG SHOE, JP
BIG SHOE, JP
TO KNOW THE LAND, NL
TO KNOW THE LAND, NL
VAN ZWART NAAR GROEN, NL
VAN ZWART NAAR GROEN, NL
GOUDMIJN, NL
GOUDMIJN, NL
FINAL FANTASY #1, NL
FINAL FANTASY #1, NL
THE FLIPSIDE, NL
THE FLIPSIDE, NL
MINING, NL
MINING, NL
VIJF VOOR TWEE, NL
VIJF VOOR TWEE, NL
WINDOW WASHING, NL
WINDOW WASHING, NL
FOLLOW OUR JOG, USA
FOLLOW OUR JOG, USA
DRAWING FARNSWORTH, USA
DRAWING FARNSWORTH, USA
MOWING, USA
MOWING, USA
STEAM, USA
STEAM, USA
GREATER DETROIT, USA
GREATER DETROIT, USA
URBAN GARDEN MYTH, USA
URBAN GARDEN MYTH, USA
CORNUCOPIA, USA
CORNUCOPIA, USA
GIVING BACK TO ROME, USA
GIVING BACK TO ROME, USA
30 METERS, NL
30 METERS, NL
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[Detroit 2010]

FOLLOW OUR JOG

We bought a map of Detroit before we left. Upon arriving in downtown Detroit we were able to pinpoint our exact coordinates, but we had no idea where the hell we were. Detroit is a landscape that is very difficult to process.

The Moriori, an ancient Polynesian tribe have a saying To know the land, you have to walk the land. We decided to map our surroundings, simply, like this; although jogging seemed safer then walking.

It was important to attach impressions to specific places in and around our neighborhood. Things like burned houses, wild dogs, corn growing, and abandoned factory annexes functioned as markers. We cross-refernced these places on the map when we returned home every morning. Each run was mapped, and assigned a different color. Comments appear on the left.

We jogged as a minority and a phenomena. Downtown Detroit, in contrast to the surrounding areas is 12.3% white. A few miles north, a group of four white women jogging in the early morning would go unnoticed. Downtown, we drew attention like a flare. We quickly realized jogging was not only a method, but a statement.

Jogging was a ritual we performed every (other) day, and was essential towards defining our presence there. One morning, Mr. Tut, an elderly black man who lived in the neighborhood his whole life greeted us from his porch. We'd heard rumors about this man, that he was a criminal dealer in a past Detroit life and now volunteered as an undercover liason between the poor 'black' street and the rehabilitated 'white' street around the corner. No comment about our motives, who we were or where we came from, this man who had witnessed all means of flight simply said to us, Nice to see you ladies out on the street.

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