Dad has discovered Marina A. He tells me a story about how she got into performance art, after a partisan friend of her father’s set a gasoline-soaked canvas on fire in front of her and told her it was a sunset. I tell him one too, about her and her partner and the Great Wall of China. He is in marley park in Dublin when I get through to him, trying to get this 10,000 steps in. The docters told him this week that Marty can’t go home anymore. That he just isn’t able to live on his own. It was a shock at first he said, but today he sounds almost upbeat. Marty won’t mind. He has been more detached recently, abstracted from himself. The concept is sad and appealing and difficult to grasp, all at the same time. We talk about the project. Send me the list of places, he says. I can go and draw them, and you write the texts. I have been working on something actually, but something else. He sends it on whatsapp. It’s a portrait of me.

You and Me is a platform for experiments in collaboration, departing from one-on-one encounters with family, friends, acquaintances and strangers.

Outputs of the platform to date include the publication You and Me, Then and There, the lecture performance You and Me, Here and Now, and the video work Qpark.