'Red Line' Minhocão, Brasil. 2013
Letters and cards were posted after the Red Line event. As was a short poem:
A dusty red line is blowing on the breeze,
Tears stain red on faces with lives stolen away,
Red dust makes it hard to breathe.
'I wrote this in response to the chemical weapons attack on people in Douma, Syria, recently. Obama had said that there was a red line; there would be international intervention in Syria if Assad used chemical weapons but of course there wasn’t. The idea is not that there SHOULD be intervention, but that the fuelling of the war by external countries looking after their personal interests is suffocating everyday people trying to live their lives. This applies worldwide.
Red line is also in Germany an idea of a life chronology, so a kind of timeline, and in Japan you are said to have a red string, that attaches you to people you love wherever they are in the world.
As there has been a lot of protest and activism on the ground in Sao Paolo, but it is not a place that I am from I like the idea of making the piece in public space there. Less Western Imperialist ideas than it would be if I made it in London or Beirut or something, and the site is good. About the rights of people on the ground.' (excerpt from email to friends in Brazil 06/12/13)