The Residue of Elsewhere

The threshold is a membrane. Having just crossed one, you have accomplished, unknowingly, a complex, invisible gesture. From līmen, the Latin for threshold, we hold liminal—an obscure suspension between two states. This is the realm of the imperceptible in-between. A moment ago, you were neither fully inside nor entirely outside. Here yet not yet here. Eased into a familiar gallery sanctum, yet still writhing in a strident Beirut beyond. You were perfectly liminal, between two postures: pre- and post-, former and latter, near and here.

This is exactly where the artist wants you.

– Excerpt from the text by Kevin Jones