Introduction:
Mariana spent three months at the Fonderie Darling, I met her the first week she arrived, in a meeting in her studio promoted by the institution. She attended one of my Urban mapping workshops, we shared other meetings and then she was motivated to participate in Disruption.
Before leaving for Madrid, where she would pursue her postgraduate studies, I went to say goodbye to her studio, she gave me some white ceramic tiles left by some artist at the Fonderie and that she had been told she could use them.
The square-shaped, with white enamel, carefully handmade pieces invited us to talk and play with them. She took another group with her, and others remained in the Fonderie. it was the beginning of:

Echar raices le dicen / Put down roots they call it.


When migrating, I seek to belong again, connect with my surroundings, and feel at home.

For me, books work as companions and accomplices in that intermediate time in which I still do not know my neighborhood well, but I still try and I go out to the park to observe my neighbors, the children's games, and the elderly talking. And I almost feel part of it.

The white chips are an invitation, to be a girl again playing hopscotch on the sidewalk, now playing with words that I read in the book that accompanies me today. I take the ones that resonate with me in a kind of psychoanalysis, in a way I dialogue with the author.

On the other side of the world there are different games with the other half of the chips found in Montreal. The same possibility that I see in the chips, I see in the recovery of public space, such as the Horse Palace, a meeting place.