Throughout my schoolyears I really didnt have a constant place outside my schools and my home residence. Growing up on the outskirts of town a moderate amount of my free time was spend on public buses. Even though it was a short air distance, the journey would last for what i thought was forever, especially in rush hour. But over the years I*ve grown accustomed to it, even loving it. My time on buses was appropriated as my own personal time out, a time spend people watching, listening to my favourite music on repeat and just enjoying my free time. The specific station has a special meaning for me.

Its the one station I*ve always changed buses, always came to and from my school, my job and our faculty. it represends the start and the end of my so called work filled day. It*s the first sense of responsibitlity I get in the morning and the last one I get to leave behind, and can just focus on myself.

If presented this, or rather a better way, I would like to imagine people would also hold their main bus stations in a higher regard.

This isnt really a place, its barely even a space, serving its completely transitory purpose.  But I would like to imagine it*s not transitory in just  the literal term, but also in a sence of transfering experiences, personalities and day to day activities. It becomes a place of transitioning on a deeper personal level.

I live in a small house with limited rooms, and therefore, I never had the chance to create a personal workspace,  so I  had to divide my bedroom into two small areas: a sculpting corner, and some space  for my bed. The first thing that I see when I wake up is my workspace, and it is also the last thing I see when I go to sleep. Due to the limited space of my bedroom, my artworks became, overtime, one huge pile that limits my movement around my room, yet I still enjoy spending and investing a lot of time doing what I love the most. I have always dreamt of extending our house so I can turn it into an open space for cabinet of curiosity, where everyone can come to see my creations. In Tunisia, the number of galleries is limited, as well as artisric opportunitinies, but more than that, the concept of cabinet of curiosity does not exist! which becomes the reason why I am aiming to create my own public cabinet of curiosity.