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05/07/2026
The online show gathers material from Salt Traces sessions, workshops, and the people who joined them, temporarily and tenderly, unfolding as something collective happening sometime ago. Stories submitted by participants, featured in a newsletter, sit alongside the collective’s own practices. Neither is the centre. Neither is a footnote.
What’s in it REALLY?
memories of water
inherited recipes (missing pages welcome)
imagined realities
Caspian Sea
Community gathered and dispersed alphabets in transition —forming stories that last
things learned from water things
learned from land things
learned from grandmothers
no final answer
an ongoing unfolding
Visit our online show to keep on learning with…
How to follow salt traces without the map...
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You can follow a recipe. You can follow directions. You can follow a map from A to B, arriving precisely where you meant to go, and still having missed everything in between... Salt Traces doesn’t offer you a map. Instead, it offers you a unfolding path of stories— extended, living, unhurried, and deliberately unfinished. With a pinch of salt, like it is noted in grandmother’s recipe.
This is meant to be a curatorial text, an announcement of the show. But instead—we keep it to be an open invitation. This online show lives on Studio106 as a long scroll (not mindless, but viscerally inviting to be present)— a form that refuses the click, the chapter, the tidy resolution. Storylines here arrive in fragments. Memories overlap and unfold in visual garments. A coastline appears, then a kitchen, then a copybook in a handwriting you almost recognise. The Caspian Sea — recurring, brackish, half-imagined —holds it all together the way salt holds a dish: invisibly, essentially.
Nourishing us.
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