The first ‘real’ travel (alone , by train) occurred when I was 14 years old. I went as far as Rome — 500 km from home — to attend the radio program “Bandiera Gialla”. Patty Pravo sang there and “OB-LA-DÌ OB-LA-DÀ” was the song of the week. Travelling has always enchanted me and I have been practicing it in many ways, with every available mean, starting from my feet and the bicycle. Most of these were later/subsequently documented in a piece of (art) memory: from the yellow cabs of New York or the red Ferrari co-starring in the film “La storia del cantastorie” (TV Ljubljana 1995) to whatever — from boats to airplanes — can wander in the blue sea or in the sky. There I can move with greater agility, especially if aided by the phantasy that makes me see the low settling of a feather or imagine a “oisEAU”among butterflies, angels , mermaids, dolphins etc. I also paint portable paintings on nonwoven textile, named “Sherensigns” easy to carry here and around, especially if rolled up on the stick of rain. Every now and then I group/act in TRIP-tychs, because I feel that a sequence of 3 is like a suite where the Space is developed in the Time. As for the luggage, I left a black suitcase with New York sticker as “unclaimed luggage” in Madrid in 2005, at the Circulo de Bellas Artes at the end of a voyage/exhibition from Cyprus. Then I turned to a trolley as hand luggage. There I can accomodate whatever is essential — like Sheren’s outfit and accessories — in case the checked-in suitcase gets lost.