It’s simple really. I come to Utrecht I find a spot, I build myself a shelter, I take it down. The next day I try somewhere else in the city. I’m trying to feel at home anywhere. I want to know what is required of a stranger in a new city and what is required of a city when the new arrival appears. There are questions about entitlement, identity, belonging, freedom, home. Part sculpture, part protest, part ceremony. The invitation is to witness me and your neighbourhood. Come and go, pass by, stay - it takes me a while. See how well Utrecht and I meet. It seems that someday soon we may all to find elsewhere to live, how will that go?

I’d like to meet some people in Stamsund and nearby who are all a bit like me. Are you: -a woman in her 50s -someone who cared for an elderly parent -a single parent of a single child -in a mixed-race relationship -someone who used to be a political activist -fat -Black -a child of an immigrant -someone who is not sure they’re living in the right place -an artist for over 20 years -someone who has been to jail -someone who likes gardening -someone who was born working class, but now is probably middle class As part of my project to be free, to be a post-racial, global citizen, I would like to meet people a bit like me in Stamsund. You pick the place, I meet you, we have a chat, I’ll buy you a coffee, that’s it. If you’re curious to meet someone like you. Send me a message here, or via the Stamsund Teaterfestival.

it’s simple really. I come to Utrecht I find a spot, I build myself a shelter, I take it down. The next day I try somewhere else in the city. I’m trying to feel at home anywhere. I want to know what is required of a stranger in a new city and what is required of a city when the new arrival appears. There are questions about entitlement, identity, belonging, freedom, home. Part sculpture, part protest, part ceremony. The invitation is to witness me and your neighbourhood. Come and go, pass by, stay - it takes me a while. See how well Utrecht and I meet. It seems that someday soon we may all to find elsewhere to live, how will that go?

It’s simple really. I come to Utrecht I find a spot, I build myself a shelter, I take it down. The next day I try somewhere else in the city. I’m trying to feel at home anywhere. I want to know what is required of a stranger in a new city and what is required of a city when the new arrival appears. There are questions about entitlement, identity, belonging, freedom, home. Part sculpture, part protest, part ceremony. The invitation is to witness me and your neighbourhood. Come and go, pass by, stay - it takes me a while. See how well Utrecht and I meet. It seems that someday soon we may all to find elsewhere to live, how will that go?

It’s simple really. I come to Utrecht I find a spot, I build myself a shelter, I take it down. The next day I try somewhere else in the city. I’m trying to feel at home anywhere. I want to know what is required of a stranger in a new city and what is required of a city when the new arrival appears. There are questions about entitlement, identity, belonging, freedom, home. Part sculpture, part protest, part ceremony. The invitation is to witness me and your neighbourhood. Come and go, pass by, stay - it takes me a while. See how well Utrecht and I meet. It seems that someday soon we may all to find elsewhere to live, how will that go?

It’s simple really. I come to Utrecht I find a spot, I build myself a shelter, I take it down. The next day I try somewhere else in the city. I’m trying to feel at home anywhere. I want to know what is required of a stranger in a new city and what is required of a city when the new arrival appears. There are questions about entitlement, identity, belonging, freedom, home. Part sculpture, part protest, part ceremony. The invitation is to witness me and your neighbourhood. Come and go, pass by, stay - it takes me a while. See how well Utrecht and I meet. It seems that someday soon we may all to find elsewhere to live, how will that go?

I’d like to meet some people in Stamsund and nearby who are all a bit like me. Are you: -a woman in her 50s -someone who cared for an elderly parent -a single parent of a single child -in a mixed-race relationship -someone who used to be a political activist -fat -Black -a child of an immigrant -someone who is not sure they’re living in the right place -an artist for over 20 years -someone who has been to jail -someone who likes gardening -someone who was born working class, but now is probably middle class As part of my project to be free, to be a post-racial, global citizen, I would like to meet people a bit like me in Stamsund. You pick the place, I meet you, we have a chat, I’ll buy you a coffee, that’s it. If you’re curious to meet someone like you. Send me a message here, or via the Stamsund Teaterfestival.

“It’s simple really. I come to Stamsund I find a spot, I build myself a shelter then I take it down. Another day I will try somewhere else in the world. I’m trying to feel at home anywhere. I want to feel entitled and unashamed. There are questions about identity, belonging, freedom, home. Part sculpture, part protest, part ceremony. The invitation is to witness a stranger in your landscape. How is it for me, how is it for you? Come and go, pass by, stay – it takes me a while. It may be, that one day soon we will all have to find elsewhere to live. How will that go?” https://www.facebook.com/events/490543982538156/

I want to meet people like me: A child of an immigrant. A woman in her 50s A single mother of a single child. Someone who cared for a parent with dementia. A fat woman. Someone who has recently started gardening. A partner in a mixed-race marriage. Someone who used to be a political activist Someone who has served a short sentence in jail. A person who loves cooking for friends Someone who occasionally goes to church but doesn’t believe in God. An artist who’s been making work for over 20 years. Someone who has just taken up wild swimming. A Black person. If you share any of those descriptors above, I’d like to meet you some place in Ipswich. You decide where, preferably somewhere which has something to do with your identity. We’ll chat and I’ll buy you a coffee, or tea maybe even a cake. This is the residency part of I AM FROM REYKJAVIK, my attempt to be a post-racial, global citizen. The second part is when I claim a piece of your public space to build myself a little dwelling. I am going from city to city to find a place where I can be free. Where I can be totally all of me, free to come and go, to stay and feel at home. Will you welcome me to Ipswich? To book a time to meet me, contact SPILL festival or me here on facebook.

An artist rocks up, builds a shelter and declares herself free. “So in 1965 my mum and dad book a holiday to the Isle of Wight; my mum’s pregnant with me. Dad gets a bit wary and writes to the hotel saying that we’re coloured and would it cause any problems as they don’t want to travel all that way, what with my mum’s condition, to be turned away. The hotel writes back cancelling the reservation. This time, I’m just rocking up. I’m bringing my own house and my own cups. You’re welcome to come help me build my shack and take tea with me, but I’m coming whether you like it or not.” – Sonia Hughes This outdoor live installation is artist Sonia Hughes’ attempt to unwrite that letter. Commissioned by SPILL Festival, and Jerwood Arts and LIFT in partnership with Festspillene I Nord-Norge (Norway), SPRING Performing Arts Festival (Netherlands) and ILT Festival (Denmark). Further funding from Arts Council England, SLATE and SHED